**The Clock**
Tick by tick, the clock does hum,
A steady beat, a quiet drum.
Each second falls, then slips away,
Marking moments, night and day.
Its hands, they circle, never still,
Obeying time’s relentless will.
Hours pass with silent grace,
Etching lines upon each face.
A whisper soft, a gentle chime,
Reminds us of the race with time.
Minutes vanish, hours fade,
Memories in the shadows laid.
Yet in its tick, a truth we find—
The present is a gift, unbind.
For every second, near or far,
Is fleeting as a falling star.
About the Creator
Danny Prem kumar
A vision is our long-term goals and aspirations for the future in terms of its long-term growth and impact on this world. My mission defines what we do and what we stand for, while our vision speaks to our goals and ideals for the future.
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Well done!