THE SWEEPING WINDS

Folder: 
NATURE

The wind sweeps across our

lives.



Leaving a path as it goes.



Fragments left behind,



Memories of yesterday.



The tide rises, and falls.



Mounds of sand remain.



Slipping through the hour

glass.



Such is the days of our



lives.

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