the sands of time...

...some tales are about nothing in particular.

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there's a distant sand that travels borne in flight by the wind

and a fine sand that slips away from my grasp within



the coarse sand nature violently breaks down into fine grain

a wet sand sculpts the dreams of a child in her innocent play



the crafted sand blazes on the fire to feed my hunger tonight

the glazed sand brightly bedecks my beloved bride

there's a sand i even worship as my faith's right



the sand trapped inside the twisted glass un-counts my day

the ethereal sand of my bones will turn into sand someday



in the end its all nothing, but simply sand laying along my way

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