Sand trickles through your glass years.
Rough nights and days are gone in pain.
Don't spill, don't waste a grain.
Keep dry your secret hoard of tears.
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Breaking the Spell and taking new decisions......... a great poem. you have presented with symbols. thank you dear poet.
Thank you for your kind words Eva Beylich