Hourglass

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White crystal sands of time that had flowed but, turned ever so

Cloudy from clear in dust riddled glass, forgone blissful glow

Some blackened to ash, faded from faint smiles of wistful woe

In the sand clock's keep of hours so precious to the soul

Trickling visages of yesteryears which shimmer and echo

Glimmering trinkets of mem'ry hold glance I can't let go

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