The Gift of Time
The Gift of Time
Seconds slip like golden sand,
Held too tight, they flee the hand.
Yet freely given, love may grow,
A seed to plant, a flame to glow.
Moments shared, like treasures bright,
Turn the darkest day to light.
Time’s true gift is not to keep,
But sow in hearts where memories sleep.
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