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Jan 2021
A tiny trickle of sand
passing through
the fingers of your hand
that's an hour
just a shower
of amber grains
what remains
of a once mighty boulder
much older than time
it has heard midnight chime
many times
the tick tick tock
of the clock of eternity
and now it embraces modernity
slowly wearing away
day by day
hour by hour
as a shower of sand
in the palm of your hand
The prompt was hour
Unpolished Ink
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       Rich Hues, SiouxF, BLT, Prevost, Melanii and 3 others
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