Time is the Witness

Time is the Witness

Time is the witness, listening to every tale,
Sunlight brightens, history concealed without fail.

Paths of memories slowly came to light,
New mornings arrived with hope so bright.

Dreams spilled in teardrops from the eyes,
Pain hid beneath laughter’s gentle guise.

Love reflected in the ocean’s flowing waves,
Life’s songs bloomed in colorful flowers’ caves.

Silent whispers of the stars above,
Secrets bloomed in moonlight’s gentle love.

Seasons brought change along the way,
Only heartbeats remained true, come what may.

GR kaviyoor 
03 09 2025
(Canada, Toronto)

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