A grain of sand knows not its worth,
upon the lands across this Earth,
Yet every grain ìs paramount,
to mark each second's passing count,
For housed within infinity,
each grain attains divinity,
And when the grains have ceased to fall,
the sands of time engulf us all.
Feb 25, 2010
Feb 25, 2010 at 7:20 AM UTC
A grain of sand knows not its worth,
upon the lands across this Earth,
Yet every grain ìs paramount,
to mark each second's passing count,
For housed within infinity,
each grain attains divinity,
And when the grains have ceased to fall,
the sands of time engulf us all.
Nekatu Poetry © Arik Fletcher
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