She <br /> <br />picked up the bucket (once more) <br /> <br />and filled it <br /> <br />with the (incalculable) grains of <br /> <br />sand <br /> <br />and the (thousand) drops of <br /> <br />seawater (which tastes of <br /> <br />tears) <br /> <br />a quick twist and <br /> <br />the bucket <br /> <br />is upside- <br /> <br />down. <br /> <br />(like life) <br /> <br />She <br /> <br />waits and then <br /> <br />slides it off <br /> <br />(gently) and <br /> <br />a sandcastle (their love) <br /> <br />is born <br /> <br />but <br /> <br />it comes in (the tide) <br /> <br />and the(ir love) <br /> <br />crumbles <br /> <br />into nothingness<br /><br />Perfection Is Flawed<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sandcastle-2/
