Timeless

I Don’t Count the Years

I don’t count the years, the months, the days,
but the seconds that breathe, the whispers they say.
Here, time’s not a thief, not a hurried hand,
but a friend that lingers, helps me understand.

Feel the seconds, heavy, raw,
in a laugh, a tear, a moment’s awe.
Not in the rush,
                      the race,
                                 the climb,
but in the quiet,
                       the pause,
                                      the time.

Each second—a heartbeat, a fragile gift,
not to be wasted, not to be missed.
In the touch of a hand, in the glance of an eye,
in the stories shared, in the deep sigh.

Time here is not measured in gold,
but in love, in life, in stories told.
In the seconds that stretch,
                                         that bend,
                                                       that break,
in the breaths we take,
                                  in the steps we make.

I live in these seconds, raw and real,
in moments that hurt, in moments that heal.
Because here, in the drift, I find my place,
in the rough, in the tender, in time’s gentle embrace.

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Timeless Shore