Thick warm air in every breath
My first Californian sunset
Painting the water with warmth
God is an artist and this is a masterpiece.
Burning white sand sifts through my toes
Tiptoe to walk across these soft flames
Until the grains cling to my feet at the edge of the water
Grab the bucket and bring some wet sand!
The castle is growing, the trench is filling
Steady hands scrape windows and doors
Small sticks and rocks add more details
As the murky water protects the gates.
The sun is setting, darkness waiting
It's time to go son, while the sun's still peeking
Goodbye forever my precious sand castle
We are artists and this is our masterpiece.
JayZ
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