They're the burning coal
In the satiated winter morning
With snow falling on the ground
And the fire burning with vigour
They're like the veins
On the creepy swollen leaves
Falling down from trees in autumn
Being crushed beneath those dreams
They're like the casks of wine
Left open on the street
Flowing into the sewer
Dissembling people's thoughts
They're like grains of sand
In one hourglass
There for each other
Together Breaking the ravages of time.
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 5:44 AM UTC
They're the burning coal
In the satiated winter morning
With snow falling on the ground
And the fire burning with vigour
They're like the veins
On the creepy swollen leaves
Falling down from trees in autumn
Being crushed beneath those dreams
They're like the casks of wine
Left open on the street
Flowing into the sewer
Dissembling people's thoughts
They're like grains of sand
In one hourglass
There for each other
Together Breaking the ravages of time.
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