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The light comes up On a sandcastle house Soft and shivering A childs’ voice creaks Through earth-drawn walls As ancient as the wind that shakes them Purple and orange sky Stretches out over the sea Songs of yesterday Carried over the glimmering surface Tomorrow stretches Upward and outward Through the stained-glass windows Pressed into the soft earth The beach rings With bells that have yet to be struck Ripples in the sand Washed away by the foaming surf Lapping at the door Of the sandcastle house From the highest turret Struck with both the light of the sun And the moon The wind swirls in circles Holding together the walls Of a castle made of sand
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Nov 16, 2011
Nov 16, 2011 at 5:41 PM UTC
A Castle Made of Sand
The light comes up On a sandcastle house Soft and shivering A childs’ voice creaks Through earth-drawn walls As ancient as the wind that shakes them Purple and orange sky Stretches out over the sea Songs of yesterday Carried over the glimmering surface Tomorrow stretches Upward and outward Through the stained-glass windows Pressed into the soft earth The beach rings With bells that have yet to be struck Ripples in the sand Washed away by the foaming surf Lapping at the door Of the sandcastle house From the highest turret Struck with both the light of the sun And the moon The wind swirls in circles Holding together the walls Of a castle made of sand
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allison-rose
American
Nov 16, 2011
Nov 16, 2011 at 5:41 PM UTC
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