Wet sand gathered in outstretched fists
slips through clenched fingers
Sands of time pass us by
rendering palms bare
and suddenly
wondrously full of ourselves
-Nothing can be clung to, up to eternity;
except just that; nothing
slips through clenched fingers
Sands of time pass us by
rendering palms bare
and suddenly
wondrously full of ourselves
-Nothing can be clung to, up to eternity;
except just that; nothing
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