Sifting Silvers.
I'm loosing you to the wind-
Time is sifting like silvers-
The hour glass is almost empty-
I'm drowning in this sea of knowing-
You reach for my soul-
It is empty!-
If only I could spell you into existence-
I know the words-
Their meanings, at last-
It isn't ment to be-
I cannot hold onto sand-
You cannot tame the sea-
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