"Golden Sand"

Golden sand

I stay in the middle of roar
In the middle of racked beach
Holding on my hand
Grains from golden sand

How many still creeping
Sinks through fingers
Oo, when can I sweep
When can I sweep them

Can I surrender
Grasp them for myself
Oo God, can I surrender
One from them from the trap

"Golden Sand"

loiteke

North Las Vegas, United States

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poetry about encourage, creativity, feelings, emotions and big opportunity what we all have.

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