Grains of Sand.

Zwitterion

Grains of sand,

when winds came home,

and struck me on

my face and brow,

I did not know

were particles

of some distant

wreckages.

Then once when I

was breaking down,

and blowing came

the wind again,

kneeling down

I cupped the sands,

and kissed them in

my shaking hands,

for I knew

there was in them,

a bit of me

that had in time,

withered away.

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WriteBeLight December 22nd, 2016 04:56
Beautiful poem.
- ZwitterionDecember 22nd, 2016 05:09
  Thank you.
- WriteBeLightDecember 22nd, 2016 05:14
  Welcome!
LIGHT WARRIOR December 22nd, 2016 07:08
Very nice...I can relate for sure..it's personal to u I know, but still I really felt you here....beautiful work ...thx for sharing
- ZwitterionDecember 22nd, 2016 07:31
  These are human moments--they come to all--and they bind us--if only we realize. There is no stronger binding force among us than our common humanity Thanks a million for your comment
willyweed December 22nd, 2016 10:52
in the end we are one. nice poem. ww

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