You think of the future, and the shadow
becomes lengthier enough to devour
the exciting and magnificent today.
Tiny pebbles are structured by the sea
for the great edifice; a boisterous
wave comes dancing to play with it.
Pebbles consume time, from dawn
to afternoon, but the evening descends
suddenly, like the wave; and silhouette
we become from our beaming selves
in sunlight, in joy and ecstasy,
in sands, brown and white.
You paint the door of the locker
silvery bright, for a dazzle in dark, but light
escapes unnoticed for locked existence.
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