Two grains of sand
Falling from my hollow hand;
I know not their weight
Nor my living warmth do they feel
We are but children to the likes of them
Playing with our potter’s wheel
Wrinkled Children
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3 responses to “Wrinkled Children”
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Superbly evoked and enigmatic
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Thank you very much 😊 my friend.
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You are most welcome
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