Wednesday, August 25, 2004

Poetry - Empty Hourglass

Outside of time there lives a hope, a
dream, a light, a song dying
to be heard. But we
don't listen, we
just continue
with our
ordinary, orderly
scheduled lives until we
realize that the song
was our
lives, and we didn't live them. Sand
trickles by, going, going, going, gone...



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