Days slip by like sand
Slipping through fingers of my hand
I lose, I gain, I win, I lose
But the hurt is ever so grand
The fact that we cannot go back
Time and tide wait for no man
Look ahead, move on
There is no time to lose at hand
Don't cry over the spilled sand
-Maya F
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ПоэзияHIGHEST RANKING #2 RHYME. Poems on random topics. Sad and serious poems, funny poems and romantic poems. They all rhyme. Suggest topics and vote if you enjoy, Thankyouu.
