There are the former's and the latter,
Blinding hate and the rain kissed banter!
Oh what beauty we had!
We had days in the rain kissed tropics,
When they had nights in the cold cold rain.
The grasses still be green,
This day they still do haunt!
What the winds missed, the rains killed!
These mildewed days, the sun has missed!
The way to being me, being no more.
The less we lose, the more we want.
Every speck of sand , each one.
Loss is not just what one loses,
But what one has already.
That what is broken may someday mend,
That what was lost someday gained.
Them that were gone, will be back,
Those forgotten, will be engraved in dark!
But of those that these hands held!
How does one gather the sands together?
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