Palm trees sway. Birds sing
a sacred song. Sunlight pierces
through stubborn clouds. Waves
kiss the edge of the beach.
Sand castles are built by
innocent hands. They may be
destroyed in a flash when
high tides crash. Memories
will never wash away.
New generations of hands
will build with the same sand.
One day, we will get swept
away by the current and mixed
into an unforeseen future: lost
at sea. We will paddle past
riptides with the end in sight;
we will swim as long as the waves
allow. The shore is no more.
We don’t know what is in store
or what comes next. Eventually,
we will wash up on a beach
and build sand castles with
those who have drifted away.
We will wave goodbye to those
we left. Now, we are at peace,
on the other side of the sea.


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