RZ ( / Moscow, Idaho)

Sandpiles Of The Mind

The fingers my senses stir
The sand piles of my mind
Thru them trickle words and thoughts
Thoughts long left behind

They clutch at bits of memory
That swiftly thru them flow
Recalling bits of happiness
Before I let them go

I am very thankful
'That God has been so kind
And willed this final blessing
The sand pile of the mind

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