Children in their play, build castles of sand. And when the play is over, walk away. Its we, adults, the so called wise ones, who fall in love with such games and claiming every grain of sand for our own, weep salt tears of misery.
doings of this world,
child's play, abandoned
on shores of time
to be broken and built
again and again
doings of this world,
child's play, abandoned
on shores of time
to be broken and built
again and again
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