because there are too many br sand becomes sand to you br each grain taken for granted br br dusts are just dusts at the br butt of the bus in that faraway br village, so insignificant br br but try to remember what we did br there: how the sands have assumed br the shape of our bodies, how the br dusts left by the bus in that br faraway village had become the br left overs of our memories, the br way that goodbye was said, the br way all things settle down on the br road, on matters which we have br no control anymore. The silence br after... br br each molecule of dust br each grain of sand br because of you has become br too memorable to me br br so beautiful and sad to recall...br br RIC S.