Sandcastle dreams

kitty the naughty poet

I sat on the doorstep of the little pink hut

and witnessed the blue of the ocean creep closer

inch by inch

it crept along the golden sand to kiss at my toes

before my hazy eyes drift closed watching it back away

back into to open

hearing the gentle woosh of the tide as the next wave comes closer

 

I built myself a castle out of sand

beautiful and golden to reflect the glow sunshine

it had two square windows and a seashell door

in the middle of the castle was wishing well

that I'd dip my toes in

but not today,

today I built the castle only to watch as the ocean waves

claim it for themselves

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