Forever is a Myth
Forever's grasp, a fleeting touch,
An elusive dream
that means so much.
Infinite moments, bound by time
, Yet each must end, like a fleeting rhyme.
The sun will set, the stars will fade, In nature's dance, a course pre-laid

Yet in this truth, a beauty lies, In transient grace, our souls
arise.
Embrace the now, the fleeting day, For time's swift stream will have its way.
Forever, then, a concept grand,
In every moment,
we understand.hence


© Piaa