SAND
SAND
All-around
And in my hand
Is golden dust
And silver sand
It moves in sequence
Swirls and flows
Through my fingers
Through my toes
When sand begins
It starts to guide
Through happy times
And when we slide
Like life itself
The sand can see
All I have
And what I'll be
Copyright © Terry Thornhill | Year Posted 2023
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