Sand
runs through
my fingers,
like time
in a hourglass.
Running slowly
out of time,
I watch
the sun set.
Reflections
dance off the water,
a gleam
in my eyes
fades away.
Sand
runs through
my fingers,
empty
is the hourglass.
Copyright 2000 Tracey L. Hardie
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Reviewed by Morchuis
Reviewed on January 15, 2003
Hi Tracey,
Those sands of time are a bit of a nuisance,especialy when they get in the cuecumber sandwiches.
Are you still wearing those daft earing rings?
I bet they don't half swing.
Fair play to you lady,you certainly have good eye for the artistical. well done!
Morchuis
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Those sands of time are a bit of a nuisance,especialy when they get in the cuecumber sandwiches.
Are you still wearing those daft earing rings?
I bet they don't half swing.
Fair play to you lady,you certainly have good eye for the artistical. well done!
Morchuis
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