Sand particles
in my fist
trying to escape
into eternity
Every particle
left behind
is my love, my breath,
and my existence
Still in my grasp
while you wait
for me to let go
can you be the slice
Can you be that-
though not in destiny
but by serendipity
the extra slice of life.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
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Nice One
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