Days of sand


I got here this pic.

When I close my hands all the sand of
my days falls away from these poor fists
so the time’s wind catches my life
and throws it as unusual, old thing

Every night this my darkness returns,
empty soul, evil’s thoughts, black wall due
to my worst, silly dreams and proud wills.
Every night I’m alone with my hands

October, 12nd 2014

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