Sands of Time – A short poem

Sometimes it feels like we are two travelers,

Set out across a barren wasteland,

Dry, unforgiving, ground,

a horizon in view but never reachable.

Dragging ourselves along, connected by a flicker of life in you a flicker in me.

Days passing like flashes of scenes from a movie playing too fast,

Yet we trudge so slow.

Waiting, thinking, hoping, there is a day ahead that feels like more.

We will get there, just a little longer, we’ll find our way.

Don’t give up my love.

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