Sinking Time

The sands 

Within

A clock

Do not 

Possess

A drive

As deep

As mine....


My hands

Fall 

Within space

Until finally 

Reprieve 

They land

Upon you 

Our time...


-Madamchryzl-
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Published by Madamchryzl

Words can be a beacon, to light a path out of the darkest of times. As an self proclaimed adventurer of this is crazy world.... Mountains, forests, and oceans are not the only places that adventure may arise out of; meeting and understanding individuals can be an adventure as well. And with adventure comes the chance of becoming lost. 🖤 Comments welcomed. 🖤

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