A fist full of sand
Soggy, foaming from the cold sea
And glass and shells like deposits of gemstones
I sculpt something like a home
The salty air whistles and bellow
The sun solidifies
The moon reveals the llulabys
Cooing in nothingness
The tide remolds, reshapes
I put my body between my home and the sea
I dig a trench, I fortify
Yet the water is frigid
My home erodes
And so it goes
I push sand only for
The tide to take the gems away
But one day
The sea left a gift
In its foam
Apr 10, 2023
Apr 10, 2023 at 10:16 PM UTC
A fist full of sand
Soggy, foaming from the cold sea
And glass and shells like deposits of gemstones
I sculpt something like a home
The salty air whistles and bellow
The sun solidifies
The moon reveals the llulabys
Cooing in nothingness
The tide remolds, reshapes
I put my body between my home and the sea
I dig a trench, I fortify
Yet the water is frigid
My home erodes
And so it goes
I push sand only for
The tide to take the gems away
But one day
The sea left a gift
In its foam
