In the illusion of time, we find our place,
A dance of shadows, a fleeting grace.
It bends and warps, it twists and turns,
A mystery to unravel, a lesson to learn.
In the stillness of night, in the rush of day,
Time's illusion guides us, in its own way.
It flows like a river, with currents unseen,
A journey through moments, serene.
In the illusion of time, we search for truth,
In the depths of silence, in the whispers of youth.
It slips through our fingers, like grains of sand,
A paradox to ponder, in a distant land.
For time is but a construct, a figment of mind,
In the illusion of time, we seek to find.
The essence of life, the essence of soul,
In the illusion of time, we find our role.
So let us embrace the mystery, the wonder, the awe,
In the illusion of time, we find the flaw.
In the tapestry of life, we find the rhyme,
In the illusion of time, we find sublime.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Echoes of Time
Poesía"Echoes of Time" is a captivating collection of poems that explores the timeless themes of love, memory, and reflection. Through lyrical verses and evocative imagery, these poems invite readers on a journey through the corridors of the heart. From f...
