The tiny grains drop,
Scattering life below.
Fragments of time,
They measure your essence periodically.
Inevitably the sands will cease,
Haulting time in its track.
A new leaf is turned,
Vitality is regenerated.
Life commences once more.
 

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-m e r e d i t h : si l v a-