Hour Glass
Rumbling thunders but wounded voices were more distinctly heard… Pouring wonders for my eyes flutter more than that beautiful bird….
Innocence blinded me to see hidden malice…Building Avenues for hope is the only solace… Well, this hope also doesn’t hold any promise!!
All that’s Lurking my mind uninformed about the time… Life isn’t a meritocracy of counting days it’s got no meaning if joy delays with the loves ones!…..
Like a cusped dandelion spores are blown… I choose to stay away for it’s okay to feel alone rather to be felt thrown….though I mourn and mourn…
Time is passing, days are crawling…. Life is moving… But the sand in the hour glass isn’t falling…
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