Clock of time,
shining to the sun,
sitting on the land,
whom the colors are the same
as sand.
Goldly yellow, goldly bronze,
gold everywhere where the
nature comes.
Feeling sad,alone in the tones of land,
bones are her only freind,
and mybe the ticking of the clocks beeping inside,
because that way she knows that she could still find,
the time inside in her mind.
She knows that she could be the cause of youth,
she is the only person that knows the truth of sand,
that together they could be stronger as ever,
together they can live forever. If you dont believe me,
try to flip the sand of time,
and you will see that in the end you can always switch the sand,
to youth.
If you know when its starting and when its ending.
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