Time’s Symphony ( Classic )
The symphony plays epiphanies of time’s forever essence. Echos the sands of time, every grind every grain of time. The hand’s of time slowly unwind
The epiphanies of times symphony in the absence of forever the essence of never. Times unyielding power of the two hand’s approaching every hour. The eternal essence of power in the sands of time. Slowly we grind every grain of time. The overwhelming power of forever mark’s time’s curiosity of never.
Pervaor of time the essence of never, yelid to the power of forever.
Time is a tattletale only time will tell, there’s always a time to tell. Tattletales of time tells the time of the approaching hour closer by every second upon the hour.
Slowly we grind and scour the sands of time in a wicked week’s worth every word.
Scour the seconds of the approaching hour.
Slowly we journey 1 grain at a time.
Slowly we grind every grain in the sands of time.
One grain to grind fulfilling the strains of time.
Grains of the hourglass strain through the sands of time. Grains of times constraints slowly grind one grain at a time. Constraint by every strain of a grain in time’s constricted hour.
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