by Ina

We built sand castles
and around us children
walls of old fortresses
were tumbling down.

But the sand held on
to dreams and truths
till we let go the grains.
Till we watched sand be smoke.

Around us grown up lies won over,
dark clouds emerged and
later from the sea
a cold mist came to chase us home.

All was gone now,
but the sun could still be felt
in the palms of our hands.
In the depth of the moment.

7 Comments to “Strand”

  1. Oh yes!
    love the sand/smoke line.
    Splendid writing!

  2. Fabulous Ina! I love it even more seeing it again on here 🙂 L&H xx

  3. this line stuck with me…’sand be smoke.’ should i exhale now?

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