Looking Glass

Apr 21, 2011 10:00

it's peaceful here
in this repose
the sand leaks gently
into one's bones

the steps fell
down the stairs
claiming every footprint
as their own

how many hour glasses
will drink
this sand down?

under the gaze of the sun
coated in haze
the sky will open her eyes
with a blanket of days
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