Sands of Time
The sands of time wear away
Like the grains of gold slowly trickling down
Falling from the heavens, or so it seems
The sands of time are neither good nor evil
For they are merely fair and just
Never swaying or bending to our commands
The sands of time continue to trickle, one by one
Like how our days on this earth are numbered
And soon the time will come,
That the sands of time will finally cease to fall
And all that is left is
The pile of golden grains, the remnants of
Our memories.
Our mistakes.
Our love.
Copyright © Gianna Arabella | Year Posted 2019
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