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Monday, May 18, 2015

Grandeur

The grains of sand that I tightly grasp,
Slips away and can't be controlled,
For each grain retains the spirit and the soul,
Of the mountain that it was years ago.

You shall forever remain caged,
If you see yourself as only the grain,
But you can set yourself free,
If only you could see,
The grandeur that every cell in your body retains.

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