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Sandcastle




I built myself a beautiful castle
made out of sand,
my escape from
daily nightmares.

When it was safe
I would walk on the shore
listening to the waves,
caressed by the wind,
dared to look at the sun,
placing his kisses in ivory shells and
collecting breezes in my hair.

I lost myself in this fantasy
hidden in my mind,
it is beautiful,
serene...
There is no confusion,
only stillness and peace!

I listen to the birds and hear
their whispers
to rest here...
Life is changing, I see movement
as my sandcastle is washed away
by the cold waves of reality


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