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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=349907" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sands Sift Between My Toes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">If Fairy Dust could be sprinkled <br>		Across the sands of time<br>		It would undo all the harms I've done	<br>		To you and <br> To those and<br>		Still to more of whom I do not know</div><div style="margin:10px 0">		But the fairies must have gone<br>		Along with their magical dust<br>		Instead of beaching under me<br>		The sands drift over, around, and above <br>		<br>		Grains gritting against my desperate pleas<br>		I beg for them to take me <br>		To the past<br>		To the future<br>		Unwilling, they say <br> It is here <br> Where I must stay</div><div style="margin:10px 0">		So here I have been left<br>		To stand in stagnant air<br>		Of guilt, of fear, of shame<br>		Hand smacked each time I dare<br>		To start life again with disengenuous flare<br>		 <br>		But blame the dust and sands I can't<br>		Nor guilt, nor fear, nor shame<br>		They are simply being true <br>		To their birth, to their task, to their work</div><div style="margin:10px 0">		Inspired by these forces<br>		I too must be true to <br> Whomever I am... or am not... <br> Or wish to...or wish not to be<br>		In short, I must believe I add value<br>		Just by me being me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">		As I think it, I can say it<br>		As I say it, I can...<br>		Reach out one more time<br>		Eyes squinting recalling past smacks in my mind<br>		<br>		This time mayhem does not make its way <br>		No punishments doled<br>		Despite the genuine truth be told<br>		In its place a hearty laugh comes from the unknown, <br>		'Go on about your life creature, for now you know.' <br> <br>		Suddenly, a quick of energy<br>		Burst the black out of my soul<br>		Leaving room for the dust of gods to enter<br>		Waiting in ether for my true self to show<br>		<br>		At this blessed moment<br>		The sands of time stood still and fell<br>		Allowing refuge from the pain<br> A flash of Self-Revelation<br> Joy be known<br> <br> 'Bless each tiny grain, ' <br>	 as Sands Sift Between my Toes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">		<br>		<br>		</div><div style="margin:10px 0">				<br>		<br> 		</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Atty+Davis">Atty Davis</a><div class=q>
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		Across the sands of time
		It would undo all the harms I've done	
		To you and 
 To those and
		Still to more of whom I do not know

		But the fairies must have gone
		Along with their magical dust
		Instead of ..."></div>
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