Like sand

Sometimes you like to keep something to never let go.
To ensure it to the end, by monitoring survival.

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

Unfortunately... when sand slips through fingers, that's how man sometimes has to let go.
Everything is coming to an end, it is part of this existence.

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

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

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

by: a Voice of Thoughts www.angelienahuis.nl
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Not Everything Disappears...