A man once told me that to move a grain of sand was to change the world.
So I went to the shore and procured my grain
A truly tiny thing
Yet packed with promise
Clutching it tightly to my breast
I sped,
In search of
Far
and her companion
Away
Fully exploring the depths
of
Hither
and
Thither
Those dark nights attempted
To set my will
A wither
But
I would look upon my tiny grain
Its edges rounded
Recording the
miles long forgotten
Then, with determination
Like a grain
Of sand
I set out anew.
Lured by a promise of arriving
On some distant shore
And laying my grain to rest
Where the sun sets
Nevermore
Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 9:55 PM UTC
A man once told me that to move a grain of sand was to change the world.
So I went to the shore and procured my grain
A truly tiny thing
Yet packed with promise
Clutching it tightly to my breast
I sped,
In search of
Far
and her companion
Away
Fully exploring the depths
of
Hither
and
Thither
Those dark nights attempted
To set my will
A wither
But
I would look upon my tiny grain
Its edges rounded
Recording the
miles long forgotten
Then, with determination
Like a grain
Of sand
I set out anew.
Lured by a promise of arriving
On some distant shore
And laying my grain to rest
Where the sun sets
Nevermore