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whose sand castle is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite sad though,
It really is a tale of woe,
I watch her frown, I cry hello,
She gives her sand castle a shake,
And sobs until the tears make,
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.
The sand castle is fine, slim and deep,
But she has promises to keep,
Until then she shall not sleep,
She lies in bed with ducts that weep.
She rises from her bitter bed,
With thoughts of sadness in her head,
She idolises being dead,
Facing the day with never ending dread.
YOU ARE READING
𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗛 𝗕𝗘𝗗
PoetryA story full of poetry and poems no storyline don't read it if you are sensitive to it . Don't like it don't read it
