Fleeting birds flap their wings away in the dark of night
As she is hugged tightly by the grey clouds
Water droplets roll of me like snake skin
Peeling away to a new and then I am this
Lost nostalgia does not concern me
As a shriveled raisin does to time
The sands go further and further down
As I go further and further down
Until time and the beckon and call
Persists to a spot where no longer does the sands of time
Be a worry of mine
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