Time ebbs away like a dust into the silence
Until all that is left to mark its existence are the sands once shifted when she ached across the shore
And as you walk across the very same sands she graced
And watch her recede far beyond the horizon
You try to tell yourself
The waves will reach you once more
With the next magnetic tug of the moon
But those waters that rush back to greet you
They are new waters
And the way they feel
Is never quite the same as your memory
And so you realise
Like time
She is always passing
And you wonder whether to mourn her
Or celebrate her
As you continue your walk across the ancient shore
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sylviasearcher (
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Where time goes
no man knows
dark then light
day then night
or is it vice versa?
Perhaps both the beginning and adding is always here?
Beautiful and very meaningful to me at this time, thank you sylvia.
Iām glad you found beauty in the passing of these words š
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