Falling through the cracks

 

Blackened embers still burning now and then
A white moon smudged
In-between
I built my castle on reclaimed land
Dug the wet sand till its grains hurt
between skin and nail
Swept away the sea
Pushed back the tidal waves of full moon
the basalt gray
Call me sturdy

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Diligent Candy

A local international blogger, writer, wants to be photographer, academic, INTJ, voracious reader, wears novelty socks, proud mommy, and indulgent wife.

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