Sand Trails…

Trailing along quietly

The sand followed me home

From the seashore to the building.

Dropping grains wherever I stepped;

Creating mounds where slippers fell;

Appearing dusty in the clatter,

The cutters of the modern house.

Took many days to clean wipe,

Traces erased to clear perfection.

Yet glitters from the corners;

The sand lives along silently.

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