My hold loosened on The earlier well set in my hand That fistful of sand. I could know it went dry Only when it slipped through my fingers, And the wind blew it further. It fell down over the ground; Till there my eyes followed. Then I could not see anymore. Now I clenched the fist even more And more came out; flowing Through the sides of my fist. A "Hardened" hand could not stop it. It lay scattered on the floor I saw and missed it even more.
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