Quick Sand Of Time

I sink into oblivion
On the quicksand of Time
As neither violet nor gray shade
Hold any good.

The fragrance and flower
The aroma and earth
No more hold any good
As I sink into the quicksand of Time.

The youth and age
No more hold any good
As the opening note of the lullaby
And the closing note of the dirge
Sound jarring to my ears
As I sink into the quicksand of Time.

poem by Arkay Drk
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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