Being lost they say,
Sand slips through empty fingers,
Recalling scenes of
Where we were and where we are,
Found in the grains of today
Being lost they say,
Sand slips through empty fingers,
Recalling scenes of
Where we were and where we are,
Found in the grains of today
“Found in the grains of today” Beautiful.
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Thanks Barbara!
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Barbara??? You’re going with my birth name? Love, Barb
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This is beautiful.
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Hey April-Thanks!
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love this one zen
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Thank you very much!
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Your welcome
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