2025-09-16-1
The Timeline Shift
A whisper through the fabric torn,
Where time forgets the hour born,
A moment lost, or never made,
A shadow where the past once laid.
The clocks all stutter, stars realign,
A ripple bends the sacred line.
What was is now a ghostly dream,
The river’s course becomes a stream.
One step left when right was fate,
Now opens up a different gate.
A breath, a blink, and all has turned,
The lessons taught, unlearned, re-learned.
The lovers meet a beat too late,
Their glances strange, yet thick with fate.
The war unwaged, the king unmade,
The writer’s pen a different shade.
Still we march, unsure, adrift,
Inside this quiet timeline shift.
For though the world may change its skin,
The soul still fights to rise within.
So cast no fear on roads unknown,
The stars are not in stone, but sown.
The shift has come — not curse, but gift,
To forge anew, through time’s great rift.
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