A handful of sand...

Earthy and coarse,
so soiling my hand...
Thought finally, I own it
That handful of sand...


That happiness that glee,
the PINK of that blush...
and the Cameo in your skit
and then RED in full flush...


Those colors, all vibrant,
those melodies all sweet...
those dictions all wrong
and the daydreams so fleet...


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I'm watching in distance,
these timewaves and rocks...
shining pure white in bubbles
my silence they mock...


I'm staring the Horizon,
stretched till the end...
and from my hand is still slipping
(Now I know I dint own it)
That handful of sand...




P.S. A "Cameo" is that concept in Dramatics, which I find most interesting...