Sandcastles
being
re-crafted into sand-mounds
and nothing:
sadness.
The silence that follows roar,
a wave taking a child's smile:
sadness.
A soft toy clothed in sand granule
and soaked in brine;
the immemorial residue
of impossible love:
tragedy and the most precious of tears.
and nothing:
sadness.
The silence that follows roar,
a wave taking a child's smile:
sadness.
A soft toy clothed in sand granule
and soaked in brine;
the immemorial residue
of impossible love:
tragedy and the most precious of tears.
[from the collection 'Some texts are made of leaves,' shortlisted for the Gratiaen Award 2011]
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