the days glide by unnoticed,

so too the growing of a child,

both moving imperceptibly,

an unstoppable, irrepressible

cycle cleverly tricking our

eyes with recurring familiarity

that blinds us,

as time feigns to stand still

life and age trickle forward,

the young blossom as the old

begin to fade, both changing

slowly without ceremony as

days glide past unnoticed,

perpetual, unrelenting

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