The Sand

And sometimes the blue turns to grayAs lost puppies push their nose into the sandDigging along the shoreFor something, anythingWasting away, starving, thirstyHow long can they digBefore the indifference of the tideCarries them awayWhy is it no one told themThere’s nothing to be foundOnly the repetition of diggingThe days blur; searching, searchingTill we finally understand …

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