In the loom of time, patterns weave, intricate and complex, Cause and effect, in threads entwined, a tapestry, a hex. Moments blend and twist and turn, in a symphony so grand, Future shaped by what has been, past and present hand in hand. The fabric of fate, so finely spun, with threads of joy and sorrow, Each choice made, each action taken, shaping the endless morrow. The tapestry of time, unfurling wide, a story ever told, Boundless possibilities and paths, in the fabric we all hold.
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The Tapestry of Fate
The tapestry of fate, a web of intertwined threads,
Weaving together lives, with unforeseen twists and bends.
Each person a color, in this grand design,
Connected by fate, their paths intertwine.
Some threads gleam bright, with success and joy,
While others are dark, with pain and strife.
Yet all are essential, in this grand display,
Each weaving a story, in their own unique way.
Through love and loss, the threads are weaved,
Creating a pattern, in which all are believed.
Some threads may fray, and others may mend,
But the tapestry of fate, will endure till the end.
In this grand tapestry, we all play a part,
Each thread and color, a unique work of art.
Though we may not see, the full picture clear,
Our destinies entwined, in ways we hold dear.
Threads of Time
In tombs and ruins, ancient relics lie,
Threads connecting us to bygone eras gone by,
They whisper tales of mighty kings and queens,
And the everyday lives of ordinary human beings.
Artifacts of bronze, gold, and silver,
Speak of civilizations, proud and clever,
Their exquisite craftsmanship leaves us in awe,
Unraveling mysteries from times we never saw.
A mosaic of history, woven in stone and clay,
Revealing the secrets of a long-lost yesterday,
Through ancient relics, we bridge the divide,
Connecting our present to the stories they hide.
As we hold these treasures from distant lands,
We feel the touch of ancient, weathered hands,
They fill us with wonder, curiosity, and delight,
Linking our hearts to the spirits that took flight.