Who Can Touch The Sky?

In youth, castles are built of
sand
Ever shifting, and restless,
Somewhat as beach combers,

Eventually a tide swept in,
Gathering them in angry
arms
Whirling expectations to sea.

Here of late, castles appear
on high ground, undisturbed.
Who can touch the sky?

poem by Heather Burns
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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