slipping sands

Each day, new grains of time are poured into your hands.  It is your choice whether you carefully bottle them in a sand clock or carelessly leave them in the palms of your hands and have many slip through your fingers while the rest get stolen by the breeze.

 

• Besma Al-Qassar
• creative writing
• hourglass
• Inspirational
• poem
• poetry
• sand
• sand clock
• time
• write a poem
• writer
• writing