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#grains
Staying is a form of haunting. I don't know whether it's the mind or the heart that refused to let go, incessant, untouched. My trail steered towards their station, a cerulean sky, an ekphrastic response where the jigsaw-interlock of sand grains mocked the subtle imperfections inherent in any life. So you joined the dance anyway.
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Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 12:09 PM UTC
the ekphrastic
Happiness is but sand in a hourglass all the memories sit at the bottom of the pit ones left to look upon in remembrance waiting waitin waiti wait wai wa w wa wai wait waiti waitin waiting .............. ........... ........ ..... .. to be turned over again
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Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 7:58 AM UTC
Hourglass
Fleeing from the shackles of yesterday, trickling down to a catharsis at the slender neck of the hourglass, the golden grains dribble down to create my present. My days out-flowing the forgottenness of the past creating a newness that explodes in every cell!
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Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 6:03 AM UTC
The present
Countless generations walked here ever since humanity dawned on this planet. Some honoured, but many obscure – like flowers that bloom in the wilderness without an eye to adore their beauty! On the sands of time, they all left their footprints… but with their swift sweeps, the sea waves wiped them to oblivion. But the grains of sand revere all the feet that ever kissed them. With great awe, they treasure in their souls their footprints, celebrate humanity’s sojourn on this planet!
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Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 3:51 AM UTC
Grains of sand that treasure our footprints
The trees pressed to the earth, Express mirth, To seasons worth. Their foliage,changing colours, A palette for an artist's valour. Heat,rain and snow, Through it all,they simply grow. Their fruits I love to eat, Under their shade,to rest I sit, Upon one of them,I build a tree house for my son, To play and have fun. High and low on the trees, Birds' nests I see, According to their kind, Beautifully designed. I breathe their oxygen, Through my lungs it courses on. I drink their rain, Live on their grain, For them I should give a hand, To save them on this land.
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Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 10:56 AM UTC
Trees
We ponder our existence on the cliffs of thought, shall we just gaze at the shallow waves collecting grains of contemplation. Or shall we dash our memories on the rocks of life. But there is always another view reaching out to the distance, And that one we gather our silent thoughts upon.
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Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 4:41 PM UTC
Looking Further Than The Shore
On a cold night He drowses a side of road Heartly praying to God with silence Next day , with gastric band in stomach Endless umpteen tears in eyes Rambles all around Making melancholy melody He eats and breaths poverty And overdose leads to the ***** of death...
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Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 6:54 AM UTC
Starvation
Imminent grainy current constrained in flight downward onto a pile of past moments                                               /#dmperez
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Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 10:24 PM UTC
Hourglass
Green Refreshing Maturing to become Grains that will feed us WIth the sweat of the farmer WIth the tears of the widows and daughters WIth the sorrow of the indebted .. WIth the curse of the deprived and downtrodden.. We don't see the stories behind the scene We relish the fancy recipes of the Master Chefs Of fragrant rice, golden rice and the slim and slender grains We forget the dark, thin, slender bodies who make it for us...
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Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 9:19 AM UTC
The Green Killing Fields
Tiny grains of love I always pick them up Left-overs of their past For me they're a must Tiny grains of love You're what I'll ever have You're my golden dust Something mine that'll last Tiny grains of love You're what I must have Yet a precious sand That kept slipping through my hands Tiny grains of love When will my glass be filled When will I ever be drunk When will I ever get to taste A cup full of love
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Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 1:05 AM UTC
Tiny Grains of Love
The next time you hold in your hands, The tiniest little grains of sand Think of how precious the smallest things can be Like diamonds, or newborn babies feet. Then think of the world as a grain of sand Tiny, precious, and in someone else's hands If we're lucky, they'll lay us gently back on the beach. If not, by tomorrow we'll be within the tides reach.
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Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 10:19 PM UTC
Insurmountably Small (Joe Coles Challenge)
Eternity, Is but a moment Life, Feels like it lasts forever, But time is just a clock ticking away All the grains of sand..
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Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 10:33 AM UTC
Tick Tock