Poetry with lyrical equanimity,! And if I may. Once uv built 'castles out of sand', maybe it does'nt matter what or if or when is destroyed next./Poor sand's d only thing sustaining one's ground or it's pretext. Maybe it's the legs drifting to d beaches, the arms moving in distracted company, that make it worth d effort. Maybe d drive, doing d talk. Maybe d thought, that lays d bulwark. In d sands of time
Poetry with lyrical equanimity,!
ReplyDeleteAnd if I may.
Once uv built 'castles out of sand', maybe it does'nt matter what or if or when is destroyed next./Poor sand's d only thing sustaining one's ground or it's pretext.
Maybe it's the legs drifting to d beaches, the arms moving in distracted company, that make it worth d effort.
Maybe d drive, doing d talk. Maybe d thought, that lays d bulwark. In d sands of time