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
:) 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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:) 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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