“We all carve our stories on the silent face of time.”
Carving eulogy,
on the tomb of time,
with the knife
sharpened by hard work.
And seeking colors in
mountains,
beaches,
grasslands,
day and night
to create
something I can look back on,
when the body
won’t be able to take the toll,
and the mind will be playing
with the past.
Past
which
we create,
we carve,
on the tomb of time,
where our stories unroll...
✍️ “We all leave marks some on stone, some on hearts, and some on time itself. What we build, dream, and endure becomes our quiet eulogy written not in words, but in the echoes of our effort.”