time slipped through her fingers like sand
each grain a moment lost to the past
she watched days blend into nights
seasons pass in a blur
and the years weave an intricate dance
of memories and regrets
the ticking clock echoed in the silence
a constant reminder of what was gone
and what could never be again
in the quiet of her heart
she mourned not the minutes she had
but the moments she missed
lost to the relentless march of time
The Creative Chic
The Creative Chic 
Wow powerful
Thank you so much
You’re Welcome
beautiful and touching as always, Jennifer 🤍
Thank you, Destiny 🤍
Beautiful, Jennifer! 💞
Thank you so much, T!!
My pleasure.
Wow! What an awesome poem on time, life and memories and moments. Bellissimo, My Dear, Bellissimo!!
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Thank you SO MUCH!! How are you dear friend?
I’m doing well, My Dear and how about You!! Loving your poems and the way they reach out to me!!! I almost always find seeds of inspiration in your writing and I love that!!
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so relatable and beautifully written.
Thank you, beautiful Nicole ❤️
So beautifully written!
Thank you love!