Wednesday, May 18, 2011

The Sands of Time


The sands of time cover and drift
Masking years of pain and sorrow
A whispering wind bids sands to shift
Uncovering relics time had barrowed

The sands of time often hide
The past that is best forgotten
Where the hands of good were tied
And a rage no one could soften

The sands of time hold the secret
In a featureless deserted land
Where there is no purpose in regret
What years have buried in the sand

The sands of time cover the wounds
That were once open and exposed
Watching transition of sun and moon
And in time the wounds are closed

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