Leaving
A sanitys plea,
with hushed secrets,
becomes desired,
in the eyes of time.
The sands melting,
as the hour glass screams,
to empty the confusion,
within ones very own,
deep, dark dreams.
And then it happens,
as the breath of dryness,
shakes and trembles,
in a shyness type way,
you say good-bye.
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