We built the shore with gentle hands,
careful hearts and quiet plans.
Not with stone,
but whispered dreams,
laid between the ocean seam.
Soft intentions,
tender lines,
held against relentless ties.
We built the shore
where hope could stand,
but not a
wall's resist the sand.
Even love,
when left unmanned,
can fade despite how firm we plan.
Oh,
what's gentle is not always strong.
We built the shore with gentle hands,
still the waves redrew our land.
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