From the sand it forms standing those unstable structures.
What enterprising minds, eyes and hands create can be brushed away.
The tides of life wages war one with waves and nature.
Pack the walls heavy with grit and dig the trenches deep and wide.
Feel the contours of every road and the drawbridge is an elegant daydream.
Footprints in the sand come and go as does the quest for happiness.
A moment of accomplishment then whoosh! crash! A moment of disappointment .
Aspirations do die and then they live again.
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