Long Time

So here’s to the journey, the wonders, the inquiries. To the insight, that has woven through all of the difficult times.

Time has a way of-

slipping through our hands,

Like spindling threads caught,

in fleeting strands.

Memories linger, 

like shadows at dusk,

Whispers of the inner voice, 

and issues we try to deal with...

Oh, it’s been a long time,

since we walk through-

this tough land,

listen to the echoes of the voice, 

hard and soft.

Through every sunset, 

through every dawn,

The moments we cherished, 

they linger on.

Roads that we traveled, 

with eyes open wide,

Carrying secrets, 

With value as our guide.

Though seasons may change,

 And time may roll by,

The wisdom that we share can influence-

 the landscapes of all types.

Let’s gather the stars from -

the night we stared at.

Rekindle the enthusiasm

that shimmers bright and fluid,

in the skyline.

For in every frown, 

and every sigh,

Is a perspective and a pitfall, 

where memories remind us of -

those bitter moments...

So here’s to the journey,

 the wonder, the inquiries,

To the insight,

that has woven through -

all of the difficult times.

Though change may be fleeting, 

our spirits climb up,

take the rhyme of seasonal shift, 

it’s been quite a long, long time.

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