Sands of time
Mortality flows in hourglasses
With a hymn of a beginning and an end,
It spread into the existence of life
And carry it to fatality.
Conscious minds Incline
To lock mortality with denial,
And when leafs dye
Within them there are Inner trials.
Life seems like a particle
In hourglasses; living beings staddle,
And In cycle’s mortality shatter,
Covered by the sands of time.
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Interesting, i like it, tho dont get it0
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