Castles of Air and Sand
We build our dreams in thin air,
shaping wishes from whispers,
stacking hope like invisible bricks,
watching towers rise in the hush of dusk.
Sandcastles shimmer on the tide’s breath,
golden walls kissed by moonlit foam,
fragile spires defying the pull
of time’s inevitable hands.
With every wave, the story rewrites,
yet we carve again, undeterred—
palms full of possibility,
hearts bound to the wind and sea.
Footsteps vanish, yet we return,
sculpting tomorrow from shifting grains,
etching our names in fleeting light,
believing in things that cannot stay.
What are we but dreamers still,
hands weaving echoes into form,
lovers of the moment’s magic,
builders of castles in air and sand?
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