Another minute, now without you, passed,
As sands pour grandly in a timely fall,
And so did leaves that on the ground have massed,
When they obliged to heed old Winter's call;
But wintry days have lingered, in my life,
Till Spring or Summer, next, as new growth springs,
Now griped by heart, so constantly in strife,
Unsure of flight upon tomorrow's wings;
A gilded night assures no rosy morn,
As dreams awake oblivious of themselves,
And every wish, that with the stars been born,
Fades with the sun, lost to the mind that delves;
.......How soon will Time reveal my rightful place,
.......Among the sands that deferred your embrace.
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