Standing still for a moment,
feeling the hands of the time rush over me,
Aware of the moment when the clock strikes and when the moon is a halo above
gracefully leading me through the night until sunrise after evening dreams
singular moments,
seconds that count a lifetime,
like salt in the sea
unseen
awareness by licking my skin
The hands of time, I bow to its flow.
Carrying me at a pace I would enjoy floating.
Are the almond blossoms beginning to sprout,
my inner child gleams as I walk towards its sweetness.
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