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Sand
She picked up a handful of sand
Trickled through her fingers
They were once massive rocks
Proudly glaring at the sun and moon
Now only dust they scatter around
May never therefore be proud or vain
If to enjoy the moon wax and wane
Songs she sang spontaneously alone
None to hear none too close
Shattered,atomized by night air
Stars embrace the atoms
Glare of the sun veils the notes
As day merges to night the stars yield their treasure
By which unit can we music measure ??
©bishu
And the words you put
And the words you put together are very nice, bishu.