Sand and Ashes

Feeling of everything slipping through the fingers.

The feeling of fine sand flowing through scarred fingers.

The life machine full of love and life.

Leaves the rest in idle ponder as all slips away.

 

Feeling of everything slipping through the fingers.

The feeling of cold ashes smudging the restless fingers.

The war hone brain stuns the warm heart into stalemate.

The confliction within rattles the Spirit.

 

Standing on the Highway in pondering idle.

My darken reality, the secret place from the reality of the world.

 

Feeling of everything slip through the marked fingers.

Feeling of fine sand and cold ashes...

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