hour glass
In the hourglass, time lows slow, Grains of sand, like dreams, they go.
Each moment slips, a fleeting dance, A silent echo of chance and romance.
Hands open wide, letting it fall, Whispers of longing in the stillness call.
In this simple glass, life's stories blend, A cycle of waiting, where beginnings end.
Time's gentle touch, both bitter and sweet, In every grain, our memories meet.
Z