Grain of Sand

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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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Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

apacbff’s Poems (8)

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Grain of Sand 0
Knowing 0
The Road of Denial 0
Blank Expression 0
Who am I? 0
On My Own 0
We Are Free 2
Wings to Fly 1