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Grains of Sand
A Poem by:
Arianne Grand
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The
sun is high
In
a flaming sky
Looking
down on a child
With
tears in his eyes.
The
world's slipping through his fingers
Like
the grains of sand
He
holds
With
trembling hands.
Yet
still he hears the music of ancient times
And
the sound of the waves
That
left him here
On
this desolate shore.
How
much more alone will he be
When
he learns to fly
And
why do I cry
For
a world that just passes us by.
Arianne Grand
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