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Writer's pictureAnu Okikiolu

Poem #338 Piles of sand


Work piles and piles

like shifting sand

each piece that is moved

is covered up before

a breath can be taken,

seemingly endless.


I will press on still

for the goal is in sight,

the finish line is

just below the horizon.


I do not care how long it takes

nor how hard it is.

With my saviour by my side

I shall overcome it.

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