Sands of Time

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In my hands
a crystal, cut glass vase,
it flashes fire and sparkles
in the Summer sun.

The silver sand
that helped to make it fine could have
ebbed and flowed with countless tides
or blew on a myriad desert winds.

Once millions of years ago
it may have been part of a mountain
or a meteor that fell to Earth.

Eons of time
held between my palms,
yet it is as fragile as the
fifteen years of love it represents.