What do you think about my poem?

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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