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Sand In Hand

Sand in Hand..

Love, like grains of sand;
They sparkle in my hand.
When I tighten my grip,
Away they rashly slip.
When I hold them loosely,
Away they slip slowly.
Pray, tell the right way
To keep these sands.
Shall I let them sit freely
In my open hand?

by Walter Dapliyan

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