My sandcastle is falling...
The fury builds,
It pulses, tenses and breaks.
There's a snap,
It roars and sweeps,
It carries emotion, and debris.
It needs to exist!
It has no choice, and also no purpose.
Life depends in it,
It depends on life.
It rises, it falls.
It sinks, it dances.
It tosses, turns and churns.
There's colours, shapes and forms.
There's space, expanse.
There's loss and gain,
There's life and death.
Life depends on it,
It depends on life.
Sooner or later, it all tumbles to the ground.
Author notes
Title prompt 12, or 21.
(27/08/03- 19)
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Tis is sweet!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (V) It"s a heart!!!
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Your title is "Fallen Sandcastles"
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