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In glass
by grain
the seconds pass,
slipping through the hourglass.
Moments appear as just memories,
dreams as fading roses.
But the most
precious gift,
lives in
the heart forever.
No shadow can darken
it's luminesence or any storm
silence it's voice. Love
lives on, bottled
in time

By firebird918

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