The Tides of Time

Memories rising and sinking, like the tides of the sea,
A constant ebb and flow, a reminder to be free.
Some memories rise like the sun, warm and bright,
While others sink like stones, out of sight.

The past can haunt us, or it can set us free,
It’s up to us to choose which memories we see.
Like waves crashing on the shore, memories come and go,
Some we hold onto tightly, while others we let go.

The tides of time are forever changing,
Memories rising and sinking, always rearranging.
But in the end, it’s the memories we keep,
That make us who we are, in the oceans deep.

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