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Mar 2015
Drop by drop in a sea of sand
Lost among equal ones
You sell your soul
For a bit of time
But as seconds dwell
Your spirit dies
Your eyes get closed
And your body slows
The price is high
When you wish for more
Step by step haven’t moved
Past and present all the same
In an hourglass we are all alike
No one knows how to play the game
Copyright Afrodita Nestor
Afrodita Nestor
Written by
Afrodita Nestor  Vienna, Austria
(Vienna, Austria)   
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