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Aug 2020
It takes me an hour or two
To prepare my castle through
The Sand on the beach
Better than my reach.

When I complete it
I stand on shore
Admiring the castle's beauty
More and more

But suddenly the wave arrive
Sweep the castle
In single strike
And left me to cry.
Here the castle is desires, things you love and everything you own. The wave represent time. I knew that on day the castle will shattered into sand, it's true identity. But when this happens I cry.
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MyReflections  16/M/India
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