Running Out of Time

Wed, 02/03/2016 - 01:14 -- JANEDOM

The sands fall wastefully,

Across the charcoal floor,

How? I ask, with a harrowed sigh,

Might I fill the glass with more?

This poem is about: 
Our world


Stormie Shadle

Very beculiar. I like it.

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