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Sands of Time
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Time moves on..
I reach out
with tired eyes,
Grasping the remnants
of faded pictures
taken yesterday.
It was 4 a.m.
I sat by the window,
reliving all the treasures
I once buried in the
sands of time
It turned 5 a.m.
One hour had gone by.
Despite the tears
lingering in my eyes
for the pictures
fading grey.
I was reflective.
Thinking of yesterday
compared to now,
as I drifted
in the sands of time.
The future, glimpsed quickly.
Its merciless hands
pushing me ahead.
I reached out,
with tired memories,
leaving the window open.
