Starin at sky. . .
We sometimes wonder wat we have done or not. . .
For full of frustration behind d cheerful smile. . . .
Your fault or not. . . .
Understandings or misunderstandings. . .
Yet time will flow with things going on. . .
Bad or good. . . .
Passed away sand from hand ,
Can't be regained again,
But we can replenish it again,
With takin of another fist of sand. .
Restarting it again. . . .
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