The grain

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tiredness seeps through
smiling is a task
laughing is a mission
tears come easily
frustration tightens its rope

rain come in torrents
yet sand still burn
its draining everything
the quickening of steps
gains nothing at all

whispers are heard
no person is seen
the distance lay bare
but one tree
it has no shade

the shore drives home loneliness
clear water curls forth
curling emotions in its depths
a lone bird glides by
freedom

screams in the wind
carried away by power
sit stiff as a stick
seemingly at peace
the mind is not

chased away by a single foot fall
it rolls down the concrete
slowly it fights the wind
escapes the crevices
tiny against all

contrast against the greys
rolls steadily still
down the side it goes
jagged rocks and cliffs
sinking into the water

a single grain




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