Love is slipping away
like the fine grains of sand
contained in the walls of one heart
and now shifting to another
its nor deluding like the mirage
nor blinding like the dunes
…………..but………………..
like the tamed grains in a time piece
that slip away gently
by a single twist of fate
To be cast into the other mold
or rather in someone elses
In some time
The time will be up
The sand will no more flow
It will gain more poise
Settle on another side
It would have made a choice
Shivangi
Some girls are made of sugar and spice and all things nice. Others, like me, are red haired, raw, and quite plus sized. Read my work on food and fashion on this blog.
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