Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 2021
The sands of time
crunchy little bits of eternity
will one day grind to dust and scatter in the wind
everything ends, and begins and ends again
a sense of everlasting instability
is the only stable thing we have
Unpolished Ink
Written by
Unpolished Ink
73
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems