Wash away the destiny
Sea foam and the sands of time
One grain a day
Our names written on the bubbles
of the brine
We invest the hours
We have to lose
To measure the progress
of the choices
we choose
To be human
We sacrifice the regrets
Burn the sorrow
on the altar
and pay our debts
Yet the winds whip
the foam across the beaches
the days of our lives
and every now and then I pause to listen
as it teaches
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Author:
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Comments1
I do like the rhythm of this - great write.
Thank you Michael for taking time to read and comment .
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