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My Hands

February 3, 2012

My hands no longer
hold the grains of sand,
nor the rays of sunlight
which now slip
between the crevices.

Mimic a sieve -
though there is nothing
left behind to catch and treasure
except for a few shards of glass
in the sand
through which the sun’s rays
reflect a prism…

some consolation.

Ray Brown

2 Comments leave one →
  1. February 3, 2012 10:06 am

    A somewhat sad tone…but think my friend of all the joy they’ve held and given with your words. :-)

  2. Ray Brown permalink*
    February 3, 2012 10:50 am

    Thanks again for reading. Much enjoy writing of moods and prosepctives that everyone experiences – at times in their lives.

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