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Time, as i see it!

The ribs of sand fight against the grains of time
" Who can catch my flow?", a prudent time smirks
The sand ribs cry in unison, "We"
Time stops for a moment aghast
It's breaths fall short weighing each second
The ribs of sand spring out of sea shore forming dunes
Time gets alarmed, it panics as it fights for motion
It knew not it's footprints would be counted
It's motives calculated: ounce by ounce.
The sand dunes rise higher, higher than those sea waves reaching out to help time
Life comes to a stand still as time starts decaying
The rotten smell of memories and despair fill the void
The fallen leaves of time calculated in years, hours and minutes get a final adieu
Not any longer do people get remembered
Not any longer do promises collapse
Not any longer do time boast of it's glory
All in the sand, it does mingle
The heavens rattle in unison as the stitch of time lies threadbare.
All that remains is life that doesn't tick
Memories that don't flip
Promises that don't get tested
All that remains of us is a wasteland.
Destiny, finally has a good laugh as it watches life burry time to its eternal sleep.

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