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In hands they slide, a moment's quiet creed,
Beads of reflection, guide every deed.
Each bead a thought, a hope, a memory tight,
Bound by life's thread, they shimmer in soft light.
Echoes of thoughts, in still moments heard,
Whispers of dreams, in every word.
Journeying inward, a rhythm, a rhyme.
A string of stories, each bead holds a tale,
Moments of joy, wind's shift in the sail.
Infinite tales, in finite beads thread,
Voices of hearts, through ages they've led.
Through beads we seek, the wisdom of old,
Glimpses of tales, silently told.
Life's fleeting dance, a bead's gentle slide,
Capturing essence, where secrets reside.
Moments in hands, past and foreseen,
The string of existence, forever a dream.