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The Dance of Time
By, Samantha Syrnich TLC

Time passes,
it never waits,
It shifts your world,
it alters fates.
Without a whisper,
without a plea,
It molds the person you will be.

It grants you reason or steals it away,
Brings wisdom close or leads you astray.
Affections it builds
with tender care,
Only to tear them,
unaware.

Passions rise in vivid hues,
Overwhelming,
they choose their muse.
Time decides their destined path,
Great loves or tales of aftermath.

You seek answers in its flow,
Time responds,
but slow,
so slow.
In its dance,
you find your way,
A silent guide,
by night and day.

So trust the journey,
heed the rhyme,
For all is answered,
in time’s own time.