oarless boat anchored by lightbouy
focal point of vast sea to morning sun
it is turning to the flow of ebbing tide
bow is pointing to the beautiful shore
where my fingers are playing with sand
i'm letting it flow gently from my palm
i'm building conics between my feet
steady hand is a must for perfection
any deviation will result to destruction
shadow is following speed of sunlight
i'm pouring more to maintain its length
ah! sun is too fast it surely got me beat
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