Isolation

Rising and roaring,

The rocks are struck.

The sand glistens with the tiny droplets,

Dropping a smile on every castelier.

And when the sky turns dark,

Every ‘friend’ leaves;

Riding on the receding waves.

And all that is left is your mere reflection,

For we are all and forever alone.

– Sharangrav Samaga

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