on a single grain of sand,
there are stories of the great,
sun,moon,stars,and the massive rocks,
days and nights.
the stories are carved,
by each of them with time,
to make the grains stand alone,separate,
very tiny and infinite,full of grit,
and still confronting change,and they narrate...
just to tell me,how to write a poem,
called life,and to to be called a poet,
full of love and intricate,
how to feel a loss,fill a void,
freely,flowingly and still not hopeless...