Melting castles in the sand,
disappear into the land.
Hiding sun behind the hill,
all is very calm and still.
Gulls are flying to and fro
as if they don't know where to go.
Footprints marring up the earth,
defacing it from harbor's berth.
But soon the waves erase them all,
as if they'd never been there at all.
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