Monday, January 22, 2018

A Single Sand


it was a moment.
a mere sand of time, love.
and most of them fly by;
but this one held eternity.
and every sand before it
had a different hue
than every sand after it.
but none of them, love,
matched this single sand.
this moment in time.
its color was passion
and its hue was regret
and the image it bore,
we will never forget.
but, love,
of all the sands of time
i would switch it with none
because it's our story
and even these tainted memories
are good when they're with you.

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