|The Hour Glass (standard:romance, 187 words)|
|Author: Steve Craine||Added: Sep 15 2013||Views/Reads: 3004/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Like the granules of sand So are we, traveling and touching each other|
The picture of an Hour glass so fluently in your mind with its granules of sand slowly and constantly flowing from bulb to bulb. Each one of these granules is a moment in time and reflexes our existence. Endlessly the sand flow's unstoppable in its movement yet touching each of us in some form that is always unforgettable. There is universal moments that have all of us melted together with what we were doing at that same moment. Knowing where we were and who we were with when that special granule pasted though the narrow part of the glass. Sometimes life is kind enough to allow us to talk to friends from our past and compare those granules of sand from our past. The warmth of our heart flows with a grand excitement of learning of past experiences of these friends. How long the Hour Glass will continue for each of us is unknown, So to each of you that has touched my life I thank you for the addition to the meaning of my life and you have enriched my soul allowing me to know you. Tweet
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