An antique clock face. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

It’s only a day
Could seem like a century
24 hours pass
So fleetingly
But each breath
Lasts eternally
Burnt summer sun
Shining youthfully

Words spoken in haste
So much time to fill
24 hours lost
All our dreams are spilled
On the tablecloth
At picnic hour
Waiting for release
Of a summer shower

It was only a day
Surrounded by silent night
24 hours long
Nothing that’s wrong or right
I held your hand
Just as the light would fade
So that the morning light
Was but a day delayed

24 hours long
Each life is but a song
And every melody
Resonates endlessly

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