Like Sand
POEMS BY BUTTERFLY555If time is all we have,
the i have not much of anything.
Like Sand.
Like Sand
Through the palms of my hand flow silky golden strands
On this narrow bridge to happiness I stand
that erodes with the wind
and what little time I have.
Can I not reach the other side?
Why is this so futile?
Like Sand
Like Sand
Through the palms of my hands flowed silky auburn strands.
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