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We are building sandcastles in the snow;

And we keep staring as they are wilting in a breeze.

The news decide who is dead and who is still alive.

Faded monochrome flowers,

Sadly dancing on a young bride’s grave.

We smile and we cry, the tears taste the same.

Dreams filled with emotions,

The morning dew forgets them every day.

The earth spins too fast; too dizzy to see

The sun is shining through the trees.

I blow soap bubbles of love into your garden,

Put them in your pocket and remember to be free.

Author: Catherine

37. Unquiet mind. Writer with a deeply rooted love for music. Likes reading in the bathtub. Heartbreaker. Perfectly imperfect mother of 3. Published poet.

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