Sands of time
Sands of time slipping through my fingers
Flowing like streams of water
Not to worry
They flow back
In to the endless ocean of sand
Without hurry
I will grab another handful
And savour the feel
Of sand slipping through my fingers
Sands of time slipping through my fingers
Flowing like streams of water
Not to worry
They flow back
In to the endless ocean of sand
I will grab another handful
And savour the feel
Of sand slipping through my fingers
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Bungi
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1:35 AM
Labels: a jagged circle, Life - as i see it, Poem
6 things said:
:) wish we could take a handful of sand for every handful we lose, and not to worry about the loss...
Pretty pretty imagery that mean more that just that! :)
@Lone wolf - You don't have to worry about the loss. There's always another handful that you can grab...
@Raveena - Thank you! I'm glad you were able to get a glimpse at the layers. :)
I got to your blog randomly but I really enjoyed reading this poem :)
you're very welcome to read my posts ;)
You have an informative blog. I’ve learned something from it. I do have mine too www.claire-fernandez.blogspot.com... Thanks
A good poem. :)
Thanks for visiting my blog... it was a pleasure coming here. :)
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