A Colander of Grace
Incessantly my time grows old
Repeatedly it turns to gold
With every breath I sweetly take
The hourglass of life's keepsake
Becomes a colander of grace
08/06/2018
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2018
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