Like a fleeting rhyme,
A chapter suspended in the hands of time.
Moments pass, like words in a verse,
Each one unique, a blessing or a curse.

In the book of life, we play our part,
Leaving our mark, with every beat of the heart.
Yet time moves on, relentless and fast,
Leaving memories behind, destined to last.

So cherish each moment, like a precious rhyme,
For life's fleeting chapters, suspended in time.

© MysticGarvicii