Unaware of the charms that she holds,
I see her strolling with sandals in her hand.
She stops and inscribes her name on the sand.
Stooping at it, she marveled at the sight.
But then, the waves gathered momentum,
They intruded on her name and slowly washed it away.
In disbelief she stared at it
Till her mother distracted her with another game.
Nevertheless, she can blow up another illusion
And learn to live in it till it bursts again.
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