The sand lay still and the sunshine scorched its yellow, loose pate, all a shine. One pinch was soldered in glass with a torch; Now watch... How the sand measurres time.
Not for years- just for minutes
the hourglass will run,
Yet time we control within it:
When the sand runs out,
turn the glass upside down
and the end, will become the
beginning.
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