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Time
An Hour-glass rests on a Mantel.
That's flat, with polished Ends.
The Bells at the Church, Tolls slowly.
When a Life, has come to an End.
Grains of Sand, keep falling.
As Time keeps passing By.
Slipping through a graceful Neck,
It reminds Us, of theTime flying By.
The Hands of the Clock keep Ticking,
as Minutes and Hours pass By.
It's hung on a Wall that's painted,
it watches Us Cry and Sigh.
There's a Sun, that rises early Morning
and by Afternoon, Half the Day is Gone.
By Evening, U will see the Sun Dying.
So at Night, the Moon can Dawn.
© Savio Fonseca
@Amorous_Knight
#yqwriter #Love&love💞 #Love&love #Life&Life #words #thoughts #poem #writco
That's flat, with polished Ends.
The Bells at the Church, Tolls slowly.
When a Life, has come to an End.
Grains of Sand, keep falling.
As Time keeps passing By.
Slipping through a graceful Neck,
It reminds Us, of theTime flying By.
The Hands of the Clock keep Ticking,
as Minutes and Hours pass By.
It's hung on a Wall that's painted,
it watches Us Cry and Sigh.
There's a Sun, that rises early Morning
and by Afternoon, Half the Day is Gone.
By Evening, U will see the Sun Dying.
So at Night, the Moon can Dawn.
© Savio Fonseca
@Amorous_Knight
#yqwriter #Love&love💞 #Love&love #Life&Life #words #thoughts #poem #writco
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