Eternal Sands: A Poetic Journey
Exploring the Beauty and Transience of Sand
Sand, sand, abound.
In the desolate wilderness or embracing the coastline.
A cloak of the smooth shade of the sun
shifting like scorching gemstones
scalding unprotected soles
until we've transformed into dromedaries gathering seashells,
imprinting our footprints in the sand.
Entangled sandpipers perform
their delightful melody negotiating the day
moisture serving up amusements
like prowling cougars
we hunt for enjoyment
creating chaos
feeling enchantment
like children
constructing fortresses and realms
emptying the soothing basins
just like craftsmen
chasing the sun
to expedite
relaxation,
running while embracing
digging and unearthing
burrowing akin to prairie dogs
shoveling the sandbox
burying the remains
gliding past summer and the ephemeral nature of time.
There is poesy in every grain
confined within the sifting hourglass
of reveries
measured in rivers and mountains of sandstone.
And although eventually
all we comprehend will be effaced,
About the Creator
חנוש אביכזר
. אבל על ידי שמירה על מחויבות למטרה שלך ותמשיך ללמוד ולצמוח כסופר,
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That was exceptionally well written. I was thoroughly impressed and enjoyed it immensely