Sand
Sand
All around and in my hand
Is golden dust and silver sand
It moves in sequence swirls and flows
Through my finger's through my toes
When sand begins it start to guide
Through happy times and when we slide
Like life itself the sand can see
All l am and what I'll be
I see my hand my palm is bare
The sand has gone without a care
My timer now of glass so dull
I long for days when it was full
Very poignant.
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