The Fabric Of Time

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Photo by Kevin Ku on Unsplash

Time is the tapestry of our lives,

Woven with the threads of memory,

A fabric that forever survives,

And weaves our past into our destiny.

It is the measure of our moments,

The meter that keeps us in line,

The ticking clock that always torments,

And makes us yearn for what's left behind.

Time is the mystery we cannot solve,

A puzzle that forever revolves,

And leaves us with nowhere to go.

But in the end, time is our teacher,

The master that shows us the way,

A guide that helps us find our future,

And leads us through our mortal day.

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Wallis May Streete
Wallis May Streete

Written by Wallis May Streete

Mother of three. Freelance writer. Poet. Lyricist. Dreamer. “We are all a little bit lost, a little bit broken. Travelling through this journey called life".

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