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Letting Go

Like sand
held in my hands,
I know I've squeezed too tight.
Grain by grain you'll drift away,
and with the wind take flight.
I'll keep
my hands wide open.
I am stepping to the side,
so that when you look about you
your space is open wide.

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Good imagery put in words.....