Hourglass
As if it’s all a very strange day!
Indeed a quick spell of constant delays,
To try the heart
Some gathered minutes of unending hours
Set to make a day
And a day is a grand display of delight and dismay,
To try the heart,
And the vision of thought,
As a time to shine.
And how it passes so fast,
Like dust in thick winds
Bringing me to great places,
And covering my eyes.
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