by Unknown
Nov 2012 387 Views 7 comments
Grain of Life
I am a sensitve soul
Only one heart to hold
With time I wither
My life coming down to a sliver
But I'll never grow old
I'll come to be the cinder
thats spread across your fingers
But still this heart I hold is limber
I fall
Far and deep
For this mound I pull to my sides is quite steep
Molding to the stiching of the land
Simple as I am
Refined sand
My power under minded
My witts undecided
Forever the upper hand
Only one heart to hold
With time I wither
My life coming down to a sliver
But I'll never grow old
I'll come to be the cinder
thats spread across your fingers
But still this heart I hold is limber
I fall
Far and deep
For this mound I pull to my sides is quite steep
Molding to the stiching of the land
Simple as I am
Refined sand
My power under minded
My witts undecided
Forever the upper hand
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Posted: Nov 2012
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Comments (7)
Only one heart to hold
With time I wither
My life coming down to a sliver
But I'll never grow old
Excellent poem.