Forever trapped in the sands of time,
She counts each grain that falls beside her.
One more to her addition,
One more from the great amount of time.
She waits for him.
Each passing day,
Is one day one more past.
Keeping herself busy,
She waits for him.
One more book read.
One more song sung.
One more tear shed.
One more dish done.
One more finger pricked.
One more broken heart,
in a world full of saddened souls.
One more hope lost,
in a world full of cruel intentions.
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