XIX.
Time is not simply just sand
Running through our fingers;
For time is the effort it took
For us to get here
And what we choose
To make out of it
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Flos Chorum - (n.) Dancing Flower
PoetryThis is so bad, I'm so sorry, i started writing this when I was like 13, but anyway; •A poetry collection for lost souls• I have written all the poems in this book and the cover is also made by me. Feel free to correct any spelling mistakes and I wo...
