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The Sandcastle
Contributed by
Lyre
on
Friday, 29th October 2010 @ 06:24:19 PM in AEST
Topic:
NaturePoetry
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Kneeling and scooping on sand,
Wet and firm sand with hand,
To build sandcastle of mine,
That a summer winds won't dine;
And in it I glued my sweat,
As I kneed and shape on peat;
The floors--it's attic, the whole,
I form for a breath a hole,
Then dancing with beach breezes,
Proud and satisfied;caresses,
Suddenly, comes a hassle;
On every corners stand storks,
Wave splashed and swallowed my work,
Then porous sand, all was left,
And as I wail fade while laughing,
As winds is bowing and pitying.
Copyright ©
Lyre
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2010-10-29 18:24:19]
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Re: The Sandcastle
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by Balmain_Tiger on
Saturday, 30th October 2010 @ 03:48:13 AM AEST
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| I was getting lost in the poem until the final two lines where your poem lost me |
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Re: The Sandcastle
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by Nonefound on
Thursday, 16th December 2010 @ 03:17:43 AM AEST
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| I enjoyed reading that. |
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