Time Drifting
$200.00Price
As time dries up, life slowly fades,In amber light where sunset lays.The glow of dusk, a whispered breath,A gentle hand that hints at death.
Where is the young within the old?In wrinkled hands, in stories untold.In echoes deep behind the eyes,Where youth still softly never dies.
These are the days of those unknown,Of seeds once cast, now overgrown.A quiet truth the heart can keep—That time remembers what we weep.
