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A grain of time.
Time, like grains of sand-
The tighter you grasp
The faster it runs away.
Each single grain
That falls from your hand,
Like time, can never be regained.
And time, like a grain of sand
Can be blown away
With the smallest breath.
And the clutching hand
With the precious sand,
Dreads the last grain.
The Last Grain
Like time indeed. Well sculptured portrait of death's inevitability. - slc xoxoxo
Thank you Stella, I have to
Thank you Stella, I have to admit this is one I have never truly liked. sue x
To face mortality is to face
To face mortality is to face the truth. We may not like the answer, so life may as well be lived to it's fullest.
Nice write.
Carpe Diem.
Thank You for your
Thank You for your comment which is very true , although I think that when the last grain begins to appear,we may all dread it.