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Slipping Away
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Musings- Inspired By Hold your life in your palms
With both hands,
Tightly but not forcefully.
Because like sand in an hourglass,
Time slips away,
It spills into death.
You cannot stop the erosion
Of this world
Into the purity of the next.
For in heaven,
Sand grains will not exist,
Only shores of hold.
realistic approach and rich idea... sure you are absolutely right what you expressed in this poem... love it.. hope for the poems some one did for you are replied in the same way too..