Houses made of sand never stand.

The same as dark clouds foretelling rain.

Ignored both.

I built my home of sand despite the wind

In spite of rain.

I watched the clouds depart believing my life’s work safe,

The crumbling ruin of my castle,

Its rooms scattered-

a reminder that even the best intentions, can’t change what is.

But we build sandcastles anyway.

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