The sands of time slip

Through my fingers and

Yet the rain soaks my hair,

Feeling cool on my skin. It

.

Reminds me that I can

Build sand castles. That I

Am a craftsperson and can

Shape my own destiny

.

My tools are simple, but the

Result can be extraordinary

Waves may rise and fall, and I

Must learn to let go. Knowing

.

That I can start fresh, and

Build a little castle, small,

But so beautiful. And big enough

For my dreams to fit inside.

.

#Poetry

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