A box full of grains
Same colour same size
And I was playing with it
Transferring from one box to the other
Uniformly the grains flowed
But no connection
No interaction
They all looked similar
Yet different
I tried to establish a bond
But they all were apart
Each traveled its own path
No care about the other
I got irritated
And I threw the box of grains
And they all went in different directions
I was ashamed of the grains
Suddenly, I fell down
Rolling on the curved earth
I was alone
I looked around
And I saw myself
Everywhere
But we were all on different paths
Not caring about each other
Finally I died hoping
I won\’t become a grain.
Very original! I liked this 😌🌸
thank you….diana..
how are you?
Fabulous! The summer is spectacular here … lots of opportunity for hiking, biking and good friends! How about you? 😊
its raining here….the weather is extremely beautiful….keep writing..
shreyans