She was just another pebble on the beach
when he rode in with the tide,
lifted her up,
brushed off sand and dirt.
In his hands
she sparkled,
bathing in dreams
as he painted castles in the sky,
rainbows in the sand.
But tides turn,
castles wash away
and there are other beaches
with prettier pebbles.



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