Life.
Short in its brevity,
once here, and then
once gone.
The elderly waves goodbyes
mirrored in the helloes of the
newborns.
Life.
Cyclical in its motions
of vicious monotony, but
refreshing in its beauty.
It moves as the sand
held so briefly in our hands.
No matter the strength of grip
they disappear ‘til all that
remains are the impressions
of memories once lived.
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