Sands of Time; a poem.
Ever changing, everlasting
Mystifies our understanding
Shows us not with what its hiding
Signifying all with nothing
We’re close, we’re near, we’re yet so far
The door is shut, yet left ajar
Though soft and gentle, it’ll never mar
Brings us home to where we are
We’re smothered with a lasting kiss
Inseparable; not hers, not his
We know not what it really is
When what pain brings in truth is bliss
—Natalia N. 2006
2020 be the year for #throwbacks. Also, felt timely to post this poem of which I composed back in ‘06... certainly feels like we are living in the—
#sandsoftime
#itwillbeworthalotmorewhenimdead...#orbecomesupermegafamous... right?
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