Traveling Companions A poem

Traveling Companions

  Time is the small change of the universe
Like grains of sand, it fills up the cracks
When words are lost, then found again
The purchase of love is never paid in full
Hours and years cannot be enough
Where one and two are one again
Time may be wished for and granted
It can be spent, but never made
Love may be offered and received
It can be earned, but never claimed
Finding love is like finding time
The journey is its own desti­na­tion
The payment its own reward
A single moment can be price­less
For such trav­eling compan­ions
As you and me

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Image credit: Masoud Safarniya (source)

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