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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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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