With childish laugh and dainty little hand
She builds a thousand castles in the sand.
Though errant tides would wash them all away,
She can return to build another day.
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A beautiful and very passionate write filled with love and pure delight. I really love your expressions here. A womans charm and her beloved darling. She wields her womanly wiles well. Delightful poem.
We certainly do seem to be working on the same wavelength, Tom. Another poem on a similar subject. I have enjoyed reading your poems and will return to read more. Irene
In our usual life we make so many castles and all are washed away by errant tide of time. Feelings and emotions have nicely been framed.A beautiful write. Thanks for share.
A life's journey and the answer probably is to weep, but for the here and now, but not for eternity as it is idealized country with speculation but no returning tourists accounts. Live this life and live it well and be assured the opportunity was not disrespected or wasted, but enhanced and fulfilled by love.
But weep she does. Very poignant Thomas, and beautifully constructed.