Time

by Blackthistle   Nov 10, 2006


The last grains fall,
The end.
A single turn,
A new beginning.
The golden dust,
The sand.
Another shade,
A reflection.
Fall sweet stones,
Through time you must pass.
Every second slips by,
A new turn, A new life.
Don't pass it by,
It's your last chance,
You don't get another day.
Don't waste this.
This is time..

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