The Wind

March 6, 2011
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life can be touched, but never held on to
gusting by the space between fingers and then it is gone
leaving nothing but memory that is still vulnerable

and no matter the effort, time always escapes
like sand that sifts through a hand, it passes by quickly
but grains are still left in wrinkles of skin

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