Grains

grains of sand;
amidst the sand we thrive
beneath the sand we hide
above the sand we soar

how small we are;
grains
huddled in
the universe’s sand box

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11 thoughts on “Grains

  1. I could see you writing this, sitting on a freshly painted white beach chair, the sun beating down, the wind of the water refreshing, your favorite drink next to you, pen in hand…

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