Hour Glass. Poem by Roy Storey

Hour Glass.



.The hour glass turns
sand runing through
crystals of timeless bays.
Silent days.
When we were free
free to hunt,
free to sing our song.
Then time was court
in a bottle.
Killing our song
time turns in the hour glass.
Time running by
Time turns in the hour glass
us we die.

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Roy Storey

Roy Storey

10 september 1939
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