Days slip like sand grains,
All in the hourglass of life,
Passing, one by one.
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Each day is a gift,
Blooming like bright daylilies,
A wonder, fleeting.
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Like the setting sun,
Our time fades, preparing
For new dawns to come.
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So treasure each grain,
before the hourglass grows full,
for this time, is yours.
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Subscribed because I loved reading this! Thanks for sharing
Beautiful poem. Well done.
This is poignant and timely, but so utterly beautiful too! You have a new subscriber!