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Trickling grains- course and parched
They fell, silently – on each other
Desperately burying down-
Reflecting broken shattered rays
The topmost are mourning-
Trying to prolong the inevitable
In doing so- they neglect what really matters
Worrying about what could be
‘Tis a conflict of emotions-
while time kills some
Excitement fuels others
Until death do them part
The fear-feeds off many
Death leads them astray
But when the last grain falls-
The glass turns and the cycle begins, again
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