Sand Poem by shimon weinroth
Sand
A handful of sand
Creeps and flows
Seeps from the hand
Rolls and drains away
Seeking bedfellows on the beach
With whom to lie, in one great heap
Not row on row
Pile upon pile, Grain upon grain
Of some divine plan,
Amorphus changing course
Content to be, left alone
Or taken one after one
By destiny or fate
A handful of sand, is difficult to hold
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