The night is descending slowly,
Leaving me to myself,
The silent fury of life dawning into me...
My hands - they move frantically,
Sculpting a fort of fortitude,
To guard me from my past,
Only to get knocked off by a violent gush of memories...
Promising to never make them last.
I start again ...
With endurance in my heart,
To build my castles of sand...
And comes another tide of remembrance,
Engulfing it all.
And yet I build and build again,
My castles of sand...
Fighting against the surge of nostalgia,
Struggling to survive in the storms of time,
Not letting it dissolve....
My castles of sand.
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