Sunbathing on a beach; the sands of time.
Tick tock be the surging waves.
Perhaps I’ll bathe in the yesterdays of days to come.
Watching the ripples of time as I step into infinity.
Living my future in this present,
as the cool breeze runs through my ancient blonde hair.
Hour glass
And the sands of time.
This is poetically gorgeous. Such fluidity in your words. Here’s hoping you’ll visit my blog too at https://thewhimsicalandwanderingsoul.wordpress.com/
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Thanks, I will.
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Inspired by Saul Williams, this poem.
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