Dear Sandcastle

There was a sandcastle on the beach.

It was built with no sifting,

of what’s good or better,

but altogether.

Sand is sand, after all.

The tiers added the level of the structure.

Ultimately, the layers had no entry and exit.

Its stability was made from one matter,

in different forms stacked,

above ground.

The earthy gradient,

complemented the shade of orange sunset.

It was an art of the moment.

No title,

no justification,

just a representation,

of Home.

With a sip from the morning tea,

everything feels real once again.

Hello there,


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