Sandcastles

Glinting a shade of amber,
On the boundary of gold,
Eyes fixate at summer rays,
The last ones bright and bold.

Feet dig deep in golden ground,
Hands carve onto sand,
The wind whistles in ears both,
And drops dead to the land.

The summer sun will always set,
The wind will always die,
Does not mean winter will not,
For it always passes by.

An ebbing tide will surely rise,
And castles of sand will fall,
But a rising tide will also ebb,
And sand will stand back tall.

What goes will always come again,
What comes will surely be gone,
If good times are to die today,
Tomorrow they’ll be born!

14 Comments Add yours

    1. Shanyu says:

      Thank you Harsh!

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  1. So picturesque and evocative

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    1. Shanyu says:

      Thank you so much!

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      1. You are very welcome.

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    1. Shanyu says:

      Omg! thank you so much Jojo…I’m so grateful!

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      1. You are very welcome, shanyu. Well deserved!! 😊😊

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  2. Shanyu says:

    Thank you so much once again. Congratulations to you too!

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  3. Ishita Gupta says:

    Beautiful. Loved thisπŸ’•

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  4. calmkate says:

    great photo and love your poem about constant change, well done!

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    1. Shanyu says:

      Thank you so very much!

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