Time | Aimen Zehra (9)

Golden sands, turquoise streams,

The world of time unfolds in a forgotten dream,

A breath of fire, a touch of air,

Alchemy spins the fate we bear.

It is the weight of days gone by,

Seconds ticking, a youth fleeing,

Sorrow melting, joy refining,

Moments turning to sacred signs.

The clock ticks,

hearts illuminate with the wisdom from time,

wrinkles form, hair burns, grey curls,

For life itself, its rise and its fall,

It is all alchemy, the truth of it all.

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