Time stretches beyond our grasp,
An infinite road with no signpost.
Stars born and die in cosmic dance,
While eternity plays as the gracious host.
Seconds blend to years, to eons long,
In the grand tapestry, we're but a thread.
Yet in a moment, we touch the everlasting song,
Where past and future seamlessly wed.
No beginning, no end in sight,
Just the constant flow of now.
In eternity's gentle, ceaseless light,
We glimpse forever, though we know not how.
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