as i walk acoss the beach i marvel
at the feel of the sand beneath my feet
so small these grains of sand we even
use them as sands of time
to mark the passage of time
the beginning to the end
the start of life until the end
so many other things we use
them for, windows, mirrors and
many more
yet just walking along them
is best as you wriggle toes
into them
these grains of sand
these golden gems.
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