But Nothing Like the Originals
By Alicia Millar
And still I try
as the water recedes
to build again
with sand and weeds
The castles change,
throughout the day
I try so hard
to make them stay
my hands get wrinkly
my skin turns brown
I build back up
what water knocks down
I know tonight
the tide comes in
to take the life
the girl put in
While water wins,
in every trial
Still I build
Still I smile
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