Sands Poem by Zoe Nyght
Sands
gentle sands falling
silently through my fingertips,
blowing dandelion style in the
swaying
breeze from tomorrow;
the hourglass tips
rocking back and forth and
here
i
am,
fumbling around blurred edges,
pressing smeared fingertips against
the lining of my own charade.
i am pantomiming
with all the might i possess
but
you won't understand and
sleep is nigh upon me.
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4/26/2024 2:02:44 PM # 1.0.0.1119
gentle sands falling silently through my fingertips, blowing dandelion style in the swaying breeze from tomorrow; the hourglass tips I loved this poem, especially the above wordings...