xD-smileees

Upon the Hourglass A child, soft, sweet and gentle With sparkles in her eyes. Looking upon the hourglass Each grain, a blossoming flower. People talk, but no listeners A humming is all she hears. So many people, only one voice. Her curls steady as she waits for the last blossoming flower The humming stops, the last grain fell All that is left to do, is go home.