natural motion

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The world forgets to argue

At our being, our perceiving

Of its wonders.

The sand and life

Hold us in their palm

Fingers closing round our days

Like petals;

Their softness in the sun's deep warmth

Becoming one;

Showing us the natural motion

Of our end.



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