The days are washing over
Like so many crashing waves
Each moment passing
Never lasting
Transient as the shadow-casting rays
Just as the water laps the shore
The minutes flood our minds
Inward bleeding
Then receding
Taking with them pieces of our lives
So let us not hold tightly this
Who we are and what we know
Like grains of sand
Out from our hands
All must in time flow
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
Yes time flows, whether we are motionless or on the move
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Yes, it certainly does. There is no stopping time…
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Good piece of writing. 🙂
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Thank you, Adnama. 🙂
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You are Welcome 🙂
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