Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

traveling sands

sand never wanted
to be picked up
by the wind, never desired to
be a passenger that would
send salty tears in your eyes
as they run their hands
across your lashes and face.
they attempt to hold on
to yet another place, but just
as the wind brought them,
salt water will send
them on their way

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: grainy

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