Through the Intervals

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Time, a thief in the night

Stealing moments, taking flight

Leaving memories, a faint light

Fading fast, like a winter's night


In the blink of an eye, it's gone

A second lost, a lifetime's wrong

The clock ticks on, a steady beat

Marking time, a relentless repeat


But in the stillness, I find peace

A moment's calm, the world's release

A breath deep, a heart that's free

A lifetime's worth, in just being me


In the rhythm of life, I find my way

Through the intervals, of each passing day

A moment's pause, a lifetime's gain

A reminder to live, to love, to sustain

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