Water and sand

Hands scooped the sands
Hands molded water and sand
Transmogrifying it into fantasies

Sandbuild spires rose towards the skies
Where they parted the blue infinity
Sunlit they casted shadows on the sands


Wish that my hands were in those sands
But mine are dirty from the mud blended with rot
And the voice keeps telling me , to dig deeper

I can't bear the overwhelming smell...
that glues without respite onto my hands
I try to stand and run, but the mud is slippery

So even as i run
i'm going nowhere
Just burning rubber

From afar
i see the waves
I see the spires standing tall
I see the water washing over the sands
washing away the sands