Time

Days of happiness go so fast, and yet it is the days of sadness that slowly pass. I try to hold on, but you are vanishing before me until you’re nothing more than an illusion.

Each day I wake and wipe away the tears of sand from my eyes, only to discover once again, you are but a flower blossoming in the desert.

Copyright: authorchrisbrown

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