HOUR GLASS
when if falls, an hour passes
opening my eyes, it was still on the process
why it doesn't fall?
am I waiting in the wrong glass?
or longing for a dull
she doesn't want to keep on fallin' her class
she's up and I'm down
when the glass turned around
our words can't be found
slowly,
I am waiting here desperately
for us - the sand to be bound
-poets_of_forgotten
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