The sand drips down,
Through the narrow hole;
Mocking at the
Lack of time.The tides come and go,
And the waves follow;
Reminding of the
Flowing time.The time's dripping
Down and down,
And never returning
From my hands.Here I stand.
Amidst the unknown,
Waiting for a road
To appear.Alas! I'm unaware
Of the road's working;
I'm ignorant about
The path ahead of me.Take a step forward,
And never look back;
You can't even,
So tick-tock the clock goes.~☆~✧~✧~☆~
Tick-tock, tick-tock...
Anna
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Inks of Heart
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