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[Sam Gowland]

Face touched by evil hands
Dragging,
Slowly causing bruising pain

Tortured

Movement long forgotten
Stilled silence
Seconds are hours, hours eternity.
The tide is out?

Frozen time stands stock still

Earth seeks moon,

Abandoned
Darkness haunts the day.
Forlorn
Sand craves and searches for sea
The tide is forever out.

Then soul meets soul

Tidal waves engulf
An exploding hourglass,
Washing away days in hours
An undercurrent
Drags away hours in seconds

Desolation!

Receding tide
Sweeps away all that?s light
Leaves behind
Battered and broken face, fixed gaze
Upon
Deserted, arid clepsydra

[Hannibal]

But I did like the work!! very nice.

[Hannibal]

Was this about dancing?

For whatever reason, I saw two people dancing. One who liked the other, the other who despised the other.

I know it's weird... just what I saw.