The ocean swept it away.
The tides rolling in and out.
We had spent the whole day building
that castle fit for a hermit crab.
And now,
Soft cigarettes damp in the ground
The right of way outlined that summer.
Old cartoons and sandcastles,
Buried long ago.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This has an air of sadness about it. I think you may have been referring to your memories of lost love perhaps. I'm not too good at interpreting poems.