tide was low
sea was calm
sun was warm
and the beach was commodious
he thought to himself
"let me build a castle"
a castle so big,
a castle so strong,
that all will behold it
as a gem of sand
he dug deep
he heaved big
he carved fine
he gave it all he had
finally the deed was done
all this while
she stood and waited
for tide to rise again...
--
The allure of Solitude lies in it being perennial
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