A Sand Story

August 7, 2016 § 1 Comment

The sun turned the sand into water and the young bodies were swimming. 

Every step a splash of sand in the eyes of time. 

Their feet were Hermes’ feet, their breath was Apollo’s. Only their heart was still theirs, beating in their breasts in the same rhythm the ball touched the dry sand. 

We pretend that all these moments are just for us. It’s our only chance to be together. 



§ One Response to A Sand Story

  • johnsandel says:

    Little gods at play—as if, after the struggles of cosmos-making were done, they had only to live and hurt, to run and feel love … never knowing with whose feet they ran nor whose dreams they chased.

    But maybe having one’s own heart can suffice among the ruins.


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