In The Hourglass, I Saw You,
Reflecting Particles Of Sand,
On Your Shimmering Body,
Trapped In The Perfect Shape.
Time Had Its Needles Inserted,
Disabling Your Wings Of Fire,
From Further Flying Under Skies.
Broken Hourglass Meant No Pain,
Nothing More Than Lost Time.
Fallen Leaves That Left You Nude
In The Burned-Out Sun.
On Your Shimmering Body,
Trapped In The Perfect Shape.
Time Had Its Needles Inserted,
Disabling Your Wings Of Fire,
From Further Flying Under Skies.
Broken Hourglass Meant No Pain,
Nothing More Than Lost Time.
Fallen Leaves That Left You Nude
In The Burned-Out Sun.
Salvation That Didn't Came,
Still Hung Up On The Telephone,
There To Receive Calls.
Still, I Think Hourglasses As Prisons,
Also Starring In Conceptual Plays.
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