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Sands of time
slide down
to meet the
still waters
and rest awhile.
I pause in the flow
of life
not wanting to be
out of it.
I can see the drift
that leaves its mark
on the dried bark
of the twigs that broke
down.
Beauty can lie still
allowing breeze
to write its story
of nothingness
everywhere
on the watery surface
of untraced treasures.
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