|HourGlass Eyes (standard:poetry, 98 words)|
|Author: bodhisattva||Added: Jan 24 2002||Views/Reads: 1668/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|The passage of time, in a single moment.|
Sitting in my chair, gazing through deep fog I see time as it has effected all things A great river's water, barely trickling Trees are blackened, empty husks Turned to ash by man's fire A young girl crumbles and Dies in the street Even the wind Ceases to blow I see flowers turn into dust What once were magnificent lovers I only see tombstones covered with soot Magnificent epitaths, from long-dead poets But when I turn my head and I look in the mirror I only see me, how I am now and I know this is hell. Tweet
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