moments fall though my fingers
sifting and silky
like sand
soft
almost liquid to the touch
glistening
luminous
particles
blowing & scattering
when the breeze pushes through
falling far from me
lost to time
irretrievable
to all but the heart
there
stamped
on my memory
in colors
and faces
not forgotten
in voices
and words spoken
in fingertips brushing my hand
and laughter like melody
in my mind
there is a quiet beauty in this poem as soft as the sand you describe. Love this!
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