The sands of time, so delicate, so small, they’re like, seconds that passed by the clock, slipping through, my palms. The sands of time, I’d tried, so desperately, to hold on to them, and yet, they all, fell, from my hands.
The sands of time, will keep on, falling, toward the bottom of that hourglass, and, after there are no grains of sands left on top, life, is finished. The sands of time, so precious, yet, so very, hard to hold onto.
The sands of time, how can we, make each and every moment we shared last? Can we, make time standstill, like those, stillframes in the movies? Or, can we, press the “pause” button on that remote? Is there, any way we can, stop, the sands of time, from seeping through, to that bottom layer of the hourglass?
second-by-second, time, passes by
The sands of time, grain, by grain, is lost, to the universe, and, no matter how hard we’d tried, we will, NEVER, get the sands of time that’s lost, returned to us, in the forms, of that sand castle on the beaches again…………