Sand Glass Fire

Sand Glass Fire
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I turn you and wait,
And see you fall straight
As air fights its way.

Black and light it moves,
And the sight, it soothes.
Makes one fly from rues,
As time glides by crude.

Might make fruits or trees,
Bodies nude, or just knees.
Ev’ry lure you might see
On what pure sand breeds,
As I muse its seeds.

But I did admire
Its liquid fire





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