Sandcastle

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I toiled my efforts

often soiling my hands

stacking piles of sands

arduously, patiently

with gentle caring touches

in mere playfulness

against every force

bringing the mounds down

not withstanding 

the slightest annoyance

and  as I labored

over and over again

the piles of sands mound to shape

a  beautiful castle breathes alive

My Taj Mahal is up

I am amused at my creation

and gaze spellbound

at the wonder of the genesis

when the waves break on the shore

unannounced, uninviting

and rolls back momentarily
leaving my castle ruined