Piercing through the veils of morn, a sun's embrace,
Paints skies with hues of fire, nature's grace.
Ephemeral whispers in the breeze take flight,
Secrets woven in petals, a symphony of light.
Passing seasons like pages turned in air,
Moments caught in the snare of Time's stare.
In every droplet's fall, a story finds its way,
A dance of fleeting moments, night and day.
Promises whispered by the crescent moon,
Stars conspire, the universe in tune.
Through the labyrinth of life, we find our quest,
In whispers of eternity, we're blessed.
Paths converge and diverge, a cosmic play,
Destiny and choice entwine in twilight's ray.
Ephemeral whispers guide us through the sublime,
In the dance of time, we find our rhyme.
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