Time is sleeping.
Sand will be the last thing remaining,
Sand that covers planets,
Reflected moonbeams in the sand.
Sand is crumbled mountains and the remains of all that existed.
Sand is soft and white, kissing your foot like clean water.
There is a precise total for all the grains of sand on earth,
As well as for the starry worlds above our heads
(supposedly the same for each, if only we knew it),
But it’s more important to know that the grains of sand
Grow constantly in number and the deserts are getting bigger
And the stars are biding their time.
(Peter Waters)
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
A sparkling flame uploading your nameÂ
I had no time for a foolish gameÂ
<We are often greatly bothered
By two fussy little men,
Who sometimes block our pa
If you take me,
Take me for who I am.
If you love me,
Accept me with all
The answer lies true in my heart,
So if I tell you, will you tear it apart?
Or wi
संकट अपना बाल सखा है, इसको कठलगाओ
à¤
My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man starin
5'6" jiski height ho,
.
.
Chehra jiska bright ho,
.
.
Weight
aapki zindgi me ye mayne nahi rakhta ki,
aapne zindgi ko kitna jiya,
balki maayne
Me without you is like
a nerd without braces,
A shoe without laces,
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