an attempt to tip the scales

losing what i love in a mess of details

Thursday, May 03, 2007

Sandcastles

A simple pile of sand
Piled upon a beach.
Molded and formed by hands
Built as high as one can reach.

Piled upon a beach,
A castle grows by the hour.
Built as high as one can reach,
Until the rising tide devours.

A castle grows by the hour,
Better sculpt the details fast.
Until the rising tide devours
This intricate, sandy mass.

Better sculpt the details fast,
The sun is sinking orange into the sea.
This intricate, sandy mass
Into a watery puddle, it will be.

The sun is sinking orange into the sea.
Molded and formed by hands
Into a watery puddle. It will be
A simple pile of sand.


-LissaM

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