Poetic Journey in Personal Discovery

Royal Sands…

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The soft, wet, and sandy mud,
Slips through controlled clasped hands.
Drip upon drip creates a castle,
Which always submits to the tides’ demands.

©E.D. Allee
March, 2014

Image: http://cdn.morguefile.com/imageData/public/files/h/hamper/hr/fldr_2008_11_02/file000772514208.jpg

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Comments on: "Royal Sands…" (2)

  1. They look like miniature snow ghosts. I took a message of our creations’ impermanence. Were they formed from concrete, they would be no more eternal.

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