Why do you have to
move so stubbornly fast?
I feel as if I’m
just watching you
silently slipping
away from me…
Like precious grains
in my own hourglass.
Why do you have to
move so stubbornly fast?
I feel as if I’m
just watching you
silently slipping
away from me…
Like precious grains
in my own hourglass.
Anonymously Hal 
So beautifully expressed ☺️
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Thank you so much ❤️
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Life is a decorated dream that painfully is, all about gracefully letting go… Love the richness of your emotions. Keep it up bud!
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Thank you so much Sidharth 🙂❤️ much appreciated!
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Oh my…..”Like precious grains
in my own hourglass”❤️…..the imagery of your poem is so strong…..I can literally visualize this & relate to it as well ✨
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Thank you Navin!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
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You’re always welcome Hal!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
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I really felt this 😦 amazing job though!
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Thank you so much!!!
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Of course 🙂
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