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A Sand in Time

A Sand in Time

Entities and energy everywhere 
atoms a joined in the air
moving fast or standing still
accepting positive and negative will
Sounds pulsated to and throw
communication the mind to know
forming words to each other
treats loneliness with contact cover
Energy alive and ever
correcting the world
and how's the weather?
Ants all milling from the reaper
though list to expire he's still the keeper
Sharing exposure to good and sorrow
just awaiting ghosts of tomorrow 
Saviour the hour now and past
as could be the very last
don't ask when the bell will chime
for every each is a sand in time!

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Rose Sho

As the clock chimes so our time here passes.... With each passing seconds...We savour what we got now nobody knows what tomorrow hold... Lovely written 

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Wendy Wass

Thanks Rose appreciate your comments. Yes we all should appreciate our precious time x

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Tony Taylor

Hey WENDY!!....I LOVE the way you use language here...., especially the final line ~ "...for every each is a sand in time" ~friggin' creative as hell...... and a pleasure to the ear!-........you've got something special sweet poetess!!.......ALL STARS!!...... great read!!.......LŒVE and ROCKETS!!......T xo.  ?☀✴✳

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Wendy Wass

Thanks Tony you always put a smile on my face, been struggling lately to write anything pleased this turned out OK :) x

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