Anything Built On Sand
It's so fragile, stately and tall...
standing alone in the middle
of the dry sand so brittle;
a puff of wind can make it fall!
The whiff of rain
is carried by the vagrant clouds,
build it, boy with quick hands;
it's already sundown!
It's the ingenuous creation
of the smallest castle;
what a perfect imitation...
giving it an image too humble!
Ah, know before hand
anything built on sand
will soon end up into the roaring sea:
waves are cruel, they accept no plea!
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