Whispers of the Everflowing Hour
Introduction: Time never pauses, never hesitates, never turns back. This poem explores the whispers of time itself—soft, constant, and unrelenting in its passage. He stood before the ancient clock, its steady pulse a gentle chime, And softly asked, "Hey Time, what secrets lie within your endless rhyme?" Time replied in measured tones, "I am the keeper of each day, Carving out the paths of life where hopes and memories sway." He then inquired with earnest heart, "Why do you move with such swift grace? Through tender moments and harsh farewells, you etch lines upon each face." Time answered, "Every tick and every tock is born of joy and pain; I weave the past with future dreams, like sunlit drops of rain." Curious still, he questioned on, "Do you regret the days gone by?" Time replied, "I bear no sorrow, for in each moment, I let life fly. What is lost becomes the soil from which new blossoms rise anew, And every ending cradles birt...