This is a story,a poem of sorts about the thought and experiences of a grain of sand,if u can give it the breath of life.The places it goes and flies by,of all that it touches as it blows through .Being tossed here and there is akin to the human being living around in the flow of life.
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Sand on the ground
Everywhere it abounds,
Flying from places far away
Each grain has a story to sway,
Here, there, everywhere
Stories must be told,
That is how life unfolds.
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Who is to hear the grain of sand
Sand ...small, tiny and bland,
Imprints of memories, dancing sleet
A pulse, a heartbeat,
A touch of love
A glance of sorrow
A dance of tomorrow.
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Swaying to the wind's will much like life's overkill
Settling down to catch it's breath,looking around with much mirth,
Thinking of the places,stories, of how much it will carry a burden
of someone's sorrow, touch,glow,feel and flow
Soaking each remnant inside.
Each grain has a story to tell,
Stories must be told,
That is how life unfolds.
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All over the place,sand on the ground
a grain , a piece of history, a chasm of time
each filled with mystery
Who will care to condescend,
to listen and bend .
Each grain has a story to tell
Stories must be told
That is how life unfolds.
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A spark of sand in the sunlight
flitting away in flight ,
Slowly, heavy ,it flows
Settling to catch it's breath,
It's burden it must shed
It's heart has too much bled.
Come ,settle on my hand,dear grain of sand
Pour out your woes,
your stories must be told
no matter where it goes
I listen ,hear and pray
Pieces of life unfold,
Pure sorrow ,joy to behold.
Stories must be told,
Yes, that is how life unfolds.....
