What Am I?

Poem By Ro'in Mao

What am I but a shadow of time,
An end of other powers memorized?
I am a grain of sand taken by the tidal flows
'Til I'm beached upon the rocky shore
At the feet of Death, who, in her beauteous form,
Gazes out to the sea of time where I was born.

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