With each tick that the clock makes,
Makes me feel of how far it's running,
The flames of time are passing away
Leaving us to assemble everything left on the way,
With no notice it fades,
In this celerity as it passes
Leaving no sign of it's traces
Yet we are here, talking about old figments!
It never needed someone,
I ponder on how it's goodbye was never painful,
It slipped like the sand and we....?
We stood where we were with no emotions of pain,
Washing away every wound you thought to stay
It rushes out without leaving a gaze
The more does the sound clicks,
The more do we realise how it went in a flick...
©sheena
©shina
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