Sand Poem by Irene Pang

Sand



Holding a pile of sand in thy hands,
thou watch'st with awe-
a pile of sand; a myriad of grains,
then collected; now dissipated.

Through the gaps of thy fingers
where the flesh failed to cover,
the sand oozeth and seepeth
down to the beach,
forever remote from thy reach.

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