Water washes,
Repeatedly over stones,
Gently turning them to sand;
Specks upon this land
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Hard hitting insights. That sand is precious. This fine work displays your ability to think symbolically Lin - and you're ability to write good poetry as well as songs. You're on your way! jim
Echo your sentiments exactly. Have a very similar poem~ Sands Of Time~ Love..TO
I often feel as if my life is sand in cupped hands... Yes, a fine metaphor for surrender and release. You write very well Linley. love, Allie xxxx