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SandsI open up my hands now Specks of sand, I set you free I watch you blowing to the wind I cry as you dance upon the sea In solitude I wait for you Upon the ebbing tide I pray your return Your path may hold an altered course Your destiny a lesson yet to learn I remember how I carried you Held in clenched hand..... Held like a memory to my chest But still I had to let you go To fly through life and one more test ~THE FLOWING PEN~ Vote for this poem
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