Sands To Dreams
by Michael J Falotico
Our body and soul like glass,
as grains of sand let time pass.
Younger drops of years run like honey.
Even faster as aged eyes try to see.
The glass will never be empty as we
fill the gaps with ideas that are plenty.
A dreamer never ages ,they just create
a book with a lot more pages.
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