The Beauty Of Time Poem by Putri Misnia Shary Bahri

In gentle hands, the hours softly glide
Each fleeting moment shines a silver light
The past and present mingle, side by side
As memories bloom, then fade from our sight.

Each tick of time, a heartbeat in the air
Calls us to pause, to cherish what we find
Life's simple joys, like flowers, grow rare
In every smile, their beauty intertwined.

Seasons turn, with lessons carved in gray
Yet in their change, we gather strength anew
For time, though swift, reveals a brighter way
In every end, a chance to start anew.

So let us dance through hours rich and bright
Embrace the gift, the beauty of our flight.