Gaicugi

In the quiet dusk of Gaicugi's gaze,

A reflection danced in the twilight haze.

Longest days stretched, a canvas vast,

Yet whispers of fleeting moments cast.

Through meadows green, she strolled alone,

Time's secrets whispered, an ancient tone.

A lady draped in moments, rich and deep,

In the tapestry of life, she took a peep.

Gaicugi pondered under the twilight's art,

How swiftly moments from the soul depart.

On the longest days, a truth unfurled,

Life's brevity, in every fleeting swirl.

Sunsets painted in hues of gold,

Reminded her of stories yet untold.

In the embrace of nature's grand ballet,

She sensed the brevity of life's short stay.

The ticking clock, a soft reminder,

On our longest days, moments grow kinder.

Gaicugi sighed, a bittersweet surrender,

To the transient beauty of life's slender.

Through the corridors of time, she weaved,

A realization, gently perceived.

For even on the longest days that play,

Life whispers: "Cherish each moment's sway."