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Like sand

Sometimes you want to keep something to never let go.
Ensuring it to the end, by monitoring the survival.

Moved by concern, touched by love.
Made dependent by security in this life.

Unfortunately... like sand that slips through fingers, so sometimes man has to let go.
Everything comes to an end, it belongs to this existence.

Everything comes to an end and despite emptiness or sadness,
One thing remains safe, that is not taken away.

They are thoughts in which memory can exist.
Yes... in mind nothing comes from us!

No one can take this from us, they're like grains in a hand,
lasting until the end while the rest disappears like sand.

A poem from the collection: LIFELESSES 1 (€10, -)
Publishing: A VOICE OF THOUGHING
Author: Angeliena Huis www.angelienahuis.nl / info@angelienahuis.nl

In Mind The Memory May Exist...