The hourglass

blackhole-s The sand of every cycle is the same and infinite is the history of sand; so,underlying your fortunes and your sorrows,yawns an invulnerable eternity.

It never stopes, the spilling of the sand.
I am the one who weakens, not the glass.
The rite of the falling sand is infinite
and, with the sand, our lives are leaving us. by J.B from the hourglass

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