Beauty And Her Beast
Eva's POV'
Time, a ceaseless tide, moves on, A river with no end or dawn.
It flows in whispers, soft and fast, turning the future into the past.
Pages turn and seasons blend, stories shift, the chapters bend.
In its current, moments flee, Echoes of what used to be.
Yet within its endless sweep, we find the dreams we strive to keep.
Time, in all its fleeting grace, Shapes the contours of our place. Like now when two years went by in a daze, and yet we never knew.
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