Time

I don't consider poetry a story, and the story section doesn't have enough traffic generally D:, so I figured I'd post it here anyway, this is a poem I wrote last night called Time.

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Slipping through my fingers,
Like sand through an hour glass.

The leaves change color and fall,
Each with its own story.

The sand seems to keep creeping slowly,
No sign of stopping.

Beautiful diamonds fall from the clouds
Leaving a chilly sting on the faces below.

Every grain of sand passing through the twist,
Watching the small pile grow.

Buds poke their heads from the earth,
Greeting the new air as the rain falls.

The sands are thinning as it proceeds to fall,
Wishing a way to stop the flow.

Sun rises high into the skies,
Casting it’s orange haze across the land.

The sands are nearing the end,
Every grain becoming more and more precious.

Finally, the last grain falls.
Crowning the pile, preciously overlooked.

The flow stops.

Nice poem Pae^^ It was well written and emotional yet so true. Every second of life is precious and once its gone...its gone