Grain of Sand
Slipping through my fingers
The tiny grains of life
A they slowly fall to my feet like a thundering rain
Hearing the cries of those in need
To touch
To love
To be free of their enternal curse
A soul wanders around me. Glowing
Glowing
Brightly...it's white light of death
sparkling
The light reaches out as it touches my shoulder
And with a shiver, the remaining of sand
Drops
More cries of need
I cannot control it
My feet move
To the mirror of who will be a grain of and next
I look
I see myself
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