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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Anthology: Ethos
PoetryThis book is intended to be a consolidation of my most significant and newly revised prose poems from prior books and even a few new poems. This will be the most up to date of my work. Hope you enjoy my brainchild!
