They who search for nest,
rest not a moment in life.
And they who discern illusions,
build sand houses.
I built mine at the bay,
big but simple
with pillars of realization
and no doors windows of expectations.
The soul lived in it,
with fun and free air,
no fear for perils as they seem already familiar;
Lifetime spent worthwhile.
And then the waves had to arrive.
Nature as it rules with no exceptions,
washes off each grain to its core,
for peace to prevail above all.
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