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.