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sands of time..



picking up the silken threads of time
weaving a coarse fabric
textured like wind and sand
moving on and letting go,

when the journey of love is done.

an episode so stirring so moving
no time to think or tell
just random thoughts and feelings
wearing a mysterious spell;
colours bright and sublime
pots and pans clanging
coins and desperate cries
and joys that subside

one step at a time
gearing up for every move
but when you look back at reflections
all you see
black white and blue...

no broken hearts to mend
no broken wings to sew

falling on stones is easy
but the red headed giants bear on..

--In memory of certain someones I loved and cherished

Comments

Carpe Diem... said…
lovely..perfect...as ever...sands of time is also a novel title of sidney sheldon....[as u know..]...u gotto publish a book of ur poems..i'll sponsor it....n market it....i'm proud of u ma petite....
lavieenrose said…
THAT is where the name popped in from jo

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