grains of sand
sweep through my grip
as one would imagine chance to be
a one time adventure
in the end, chance is slipping through your grip
mixed with sand and water
converted to cement
weighing you down
constricting your life
till all you see is grey
shades and shades of grey
expression is forbidden
luck is a myth
you stand covered by sand
each grain is a moment that you lost
lost your chance at life
to only be a grip away from living
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Comments
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This was an interesting read, I love the whole grains of sand theme you have going through the whole thing. My main quibble was I found the font a little difficult to read on the background, other than that excellent work.
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You have taken a different direction from most others in your interpretation of this image, and I like it. You say a lot about the art of living here.
Good luck in the contest, and thanks for entering.
Novy & Brazos -
Oh my so many people must feel this emotions from time to time....a chance lost.........Thank you for entering our contest...Novy & Brazos
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