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Sands Of An Hour Glass Of Time
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Sands Of An Hour Glass Of Time

Through the
sands of time,
We walk past life's
Closed and open doors.
When we think it's
The Last one, there's
Always one more!
Full at one end,
empty on the other.
In the middle
You will discover;
All of your
Hopes, schemes, love
& dreams!
Play them out
Feel the fear!
As you reach the end,
Only your soul
Will be there.

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you struck a chord, nice job....................