The sun tells time, rising and rising, then falling and falling. While the wind pretends to be time, alluring yet elusive. When darkness descends, the mysterious night shades lives into shadows, reaching into every heart.
We are part of day, as we are part of night. So, after all, time does wait. Wait for her turn. Allow you to come home, take off your shoes, lift both feet off the ground. At last. Time slows down, turns her page softer, softer, as you close your eyes.
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