Waning Days
Dewdrops are falling
The sky is calling
I can hear
The time is near
With tick tick of every hand
The particles of sand
are trickling downward
But I'm still a coward
I don't wanna believe
It's the time
And I cannot leave
The life sublime
The leaves are yellow
But I don't wanna go
When did it come
it's already autumn
Copyright © Glowing Gems | Year Posted 2023
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