We built the shore with gentle hands,
careful hearts and quiet plans.
Not with stone,
but with sweet dreams.
Laid between the ocean's seams,
soft intentions,
tender lines.
Held against relentless tide.
We built the shore where hope could stand,
but
not all walls resist the sand.
Even love when left unbred can fade despite how firm we plan.
What's gentle is not always strong.
We built the shore
with
gentle hands, still the
waves redrew our land.
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