Grains of Sand
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1 min readJun 3, 2018
Life is not a mystery,
Even for the hero, the striker on the field —
No one is immune
Counting down to zero
Dancing to the same tune.
Clocks
In credit at the start
Time,
A decade
Like a momentary glance, sand through fingers
Pass
No turning back
You snooze
It continues
More behind
Than in front of you
Tick tock
Emerge, like a cuckoo
