A Pool Of Sand

To live is to die only to live

behind a pool of sand.

 

No one know why,

but its not a time to cry.

No one really cares whether you

live or die.

 

Your soul is here for only

a short period of time until its that

time for you to say  your last goodbyes.

 

Until we meet again

i’ll be walking  in the sand.

 

I promise i’ll wait happily  and patiently

as I can. Only to see your pretty hand in

the pool of sand.

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