Sands Of Time

Sands Of Time short poem

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Here and now is the moment to become
the tide and time in life over run
in moments we are set as a sand in hand
sifting in the wetness of a land crumbling sand

As drifting minutes bear no ill
the tide and dampness sends
the bitter sweetness of scent of sand
longing for a picture of leisure time
left behind

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Truly to say I am a female aged 55 brown in colour of skin who like to express the glamour within. Living single no commitments delights in making happiness my extent. Worked in offices and hotels, cleaning is best for me and like marketing viewing scenery and go for little walks sometimes watching movies of comedy.
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