Grains of sand escaping
Through fingers holding tight
Riding piggyback on airwaves
Away, out of sight.
Grains bound in castles magnificent
Lovingly built by hand
Just when I step back, admiringly
annihilation, again barren sand.
Wet them, dry them, hide them too
Grains find a way to leave,
Palm fisted, opened wide,
They will do as they please.
I fill my palm over and over
There's much sand to be had
But its never the same grains ever,
With new ones, I must move on ahead....
MS
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