THE SAND TALE

A cry of joy - the sands of time,
A leap of heart - the sands of time,
A breath of air - the sands of time,
A merry of friends - the sands of time,
A dark, a dawn - the sands of time.

A break of smile - the sands of time,
A touch of lives - the sands of time,
An act of greatness - the sands of time,
To many untold - the sands of time,
A dark, a dawn - the sands of time.

The lines of wrinkles - the sands of time,
A destiny written - the sands of time,
Into the lowest 6 - the sands of time,
Our maker we meet - the sands of time,
A dark, a dawn - the sands of time.

To many who came - the sands of time,
To many with breath - the sands of time,
To many departed - the sands of time,
A dark, a dawn - the sands of time.

Oh, that our borne names,
Significantly shall impart,
On the sands of time.

For upon generations,
The sands of time shall long remain!

🕊🕊🕊

- CarL I. -

Comments

  1. UnknownJuly 8, 2020 at 9:47 AM

    Beautiful poem!🤩🤩🤩

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  2. Pen Glitz and BlitzJuly 8, 2020 at 10:03 AM

    @iampluv on Twitter

    I love your unique touch to poetry. You paint with words. Nice blog and writings

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    1. CarL I.July 8, 2020 at 12:20 PM

      Thanks for your shared ink. ������������

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  3. UnknownJuly 8, 2020 at 12:05 PM

    Wow this is a nice one

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    1. CarL I.July 8, 2020 at 12:22 PM

      A well appreciated ink. Thanks. ✊��✊��

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  4. UnknownJuly 11, 2020 at 3:21 AM

    Beautiful poetry... It's all in the sands of time!!!

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