i am a shore that has eyes only for waves and annoying rocks,
how for thousands and thousands of years are grinding one another, the sand
an infant with many stony relatives babysitting when it plays with the water,
runs from shore into the sea, comes out like gold, in your absence touches my feet, while only i built castles in the sand,
the sand never builds castles, it only sticks to my feet, to my hands wants to go home with me, and
comes,
last night i was turning from side to side, twisting,
the bed was full with sand,