you slip through my fingers
grain by grain
like sand
like slow death
steal away
nothing left
but ash and memories
and false hopes
On a beach
grain by grain
like sand
like slow death
steal away
nothing left
but ash and memories
and false hopes
On a beach
under a gray sky
looking out over an empty ocean
I wait in vain
For your return
But the waves
They crash in
leaving nothing
but grooves in the shore.
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