Sand

With the golden silicon,
Shining in sun,
so mesmerizing it looks,
I tried to hold it in my hand.

But it slipped,
why it can't be with me,
it just kept on slipping,
from my grip.

I thought to set it free,
it doesn't belong to me,
no matter how much I desire,
I set it free

Washed my hands,
and let it be with the land,
free like it is,
setting myself free too.

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