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Moment
In the tapestry of moments, time weaves its art,
A non-linear dance, where past and future depart,
No rigid linearity can define its course,
As memories and dreams entwine with force.
Backward glances twirl, a cosmic ballet,
The past echoes softly in the present's array,
Whispers of yesteryears, like a gentle breeze,
Caress our souls, reminding us to seize.
In moments yet to come, a mystery unfurls,
A canvas unmarked, where potential swirls,
Tomorrow's promises, a shimmering expanse,
Inviting us to take a daring chance.
Time's river meanders, defying constraints,
Moments intermingle, a chorus that enchants,
For every joy we've known and tears we've shed,
The symphony of life embraces us instead.
Let not the hands of the clock confine your gaze,
In this tapestry of time, a web of pathways,
Embrace the non-linear, where all is one,
A dance of existence, forever spun.
#MetaphorMosaic
A non-linear dance, where past and future depart,
No rigid linearity can define its course,
As memories and dreams entwine with force.
Backward glances twirl, a cosmic ballet,
The past echoes softly in the present's array,
Whispers of yesteryears, like a gentle breeze,
Caress our souls, reminding us to seize.
In moments yet to come, a mystery unfurls,
A canvas unmarked, where potential swirls,
Tomorrow's promises, a shimmering expanse,
Inviting us to take a daring chance.
Time's river meanders, defying constraints,
Moments intermingle, a chorus that enchants,
For every joy we've known and tears we've shed,
The symphony of life embraces us instead.
Let not the hands of the clock confine your gaze,
In this tapestry of time, a web of pathways,
Embrace the non-linear, where all is one,
A dance of existence, forever spun.
#MetaphorMosaic
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