The desert of years

From the 9 writings of melancholy

Vanished, finished, lost and gone
And the sands of time bury what's left
With every grain a once cherished memory
The hourglass again breaks and seconds shift

So relish the desert of years
Flowing through the nick of time
For every cut a grain that heals
A thunderstorm sky of every clime
For every glory a grain conceals
Burying empires at their utmost prime

Flowers of all sorts to it were rushed
Time doesn't wait for the right time
And beneath millennia all is crushed

 Moataz M. El Sakkar - The desert of years