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On the Edge of Time
We stand upon the edge of time,
Where moments pause, like silent rhyme,
A breath between what’s now and past,
A future waiting, yet so vast.
The shadows stretch, the light grows thin,
As worlds collide, and we begin
To question all we’ve known before,
Each second knocking at the door.
The echoes of forgotten years
Blend with the whispers of our fears,
Yet hope, like stars, begins to climb
On fragile threads that bind to time.
We dance upon this fragile line,
Our hearts entwined, our souls align,
For on the edge, both lost and found,
We shape the world without a sound.
A leap of faith, a fleeting glance,
We balance life in fragile dance,
And though the edge seems steep and cold,
It’s where the future’s story’s told.
For at the edge, we come alive,
In every fall, we learn to rise.
On the brink of time, with hearts unbound,
We find our place on shifting ground.
