Poetry

The Grains of Time

The sand feels so deep when we're young, and we fight to climb the dunes of the hourglass.But as we grow and become more sure footed we do not notice the grains that shrink.  And one day you find yourself, trapped among the hourglass with little room, and barely a grain of sand. Hannah Truelove
© 2018

The Grains of Time

The sand feels so deep when we’re young, and we fight to climb the dunes of the hourglass.
But as we grow and become more sure-footed we do not notice the grains that shrink.
And one day you find yourself, trapped among the hourglass with little room, and barely a grain of sand.

© Hannah Truelove


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