Sands of time
By: L.F. Young
05 December 2024
*trigger warning: none
*not my picture
Walking in the sands of time
our fate is boundless
we’re quested to seek.
To find that which bares
fruitless physical substance
as we lay hollow, on empty vines.
Endlessly flowing back and forth
that empty vessel
that golden face, till the end of time.
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