Sands of timeA Poem by Kristina Moulaison
In the silence
I must find meaning.
In the creaking of the stairs
I need to hear
the striving of the human race
throughout the ages.
In the waters churning
I must know the changing, but constantly
beating heart, of life itself.
In the rustling of the trees
I must sense the stirring connection
of all that is.
This, so that
the passing of my years,
the beating, stirring and churning
of my own heart
will not go unnoticed.
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Added on July 26, 2008Last Updated on November 23, 2011 AuthorKristina MoulaisonBellingham, WAAboutI write. Read me. We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, la.. more..Writing
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