The fine refine sand spilled over the glass,

Hands moving around it painting an life out of .

The curls on hair were similar to mine,

The face that is carved, resembles mine shot of .

Within an instant, the image changed,

The hands moved and a face was drawn.

It looked similar to my love,

And you and me were shown.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I got mesmerized along and lost all my pain,

When i opened my eyes, he was all gone.

As of my life, he came and he went unsaid,

The sands got pictured so similar that my past was born.