I can feel the sand
slipping through the gaps
in between my fingers.
No matter how much
I tighten my grip
or let loose,
the sand will get
out of my hold. anyway.
I longed to restore
the falling sand
on my other palm.
Until, I realized,
the sand will slip again.
The loop will break,
only when I let it go.
Let it flow. through the fine gaps.
Of my fingers.

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