Man, of The Sand

Picture of a sandy path
Like a speck of sand, we live in motion and time.
The requiems of youth follow us out to the estuarial lands, -
and the beach path to endlessness.

I am walking in a great mystery, a mystery that levels the distance
between right and wrong, good and bad, haves and have nots.

A man of the sand,

Just another man walking ……..

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