Greed for an answer

A Poem by Anata

Fingertips slipping through the sand
A touch so unique
So heart-warming
You reach for the unknown

Digging into your past
As the pile of sand slowly disappears
No answer found
No purification granted

You cleared it all
Your haven of thrust turned a hole
You reached
And lost control

© 2008 Anata

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Added on September 4, 2008

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Anata

Houthalen, Belgium

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So :) first of all, i'm 25 years old. Second :p my real name is 'Siva, it's from India, though i have no relations whatsoever there. I enjoy writing, and have recently found my passion again, as i .. more..