When time whiles
In search of the eyes to ponder
Silence to be heard
Of words to be uttered
When the sun just peeks
Amidst the mist
All what you see is the silver lining
Still the grey day hangs around
Bringing back nostalgia
When the modern player
Plays the still old songs
All it reminds of the first broken record
Just to sing it to
The empty space around
And with bated eyes
A wry smile on your lips
A stone upturned away you shy
Echoing in the silence
All when the time slips slowly
Counting the sands pouring
Into the eon you look
Waiting...
Hoping against hope
Waiting...
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