The sand of time is running through my fingers -
Faster, faster,
Until nothing's left and it's time to go
To the other side.
The boat is waiting and the lanterns ready,
Waiving the last goodbyes...
You will be remembered -
And then forgotten.
Just a dusty portrait
On the wall,
It remains -
Until the next big tide...
2.1.14 Frankfurt
The sand of time
© Copyright: Алина Поляк, 2014
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