Silvery-black Sand-troops

Watching smooth magnetic sands

Gliding through soft pinky fingers.

Playing with lodestone blocks.

Strands of silvery sands all stood up,

like an army of well-formed soldiers barricaded themselves among

silvery black forests.

Some squats being blown away by the seashore wind here, or there...

Let’s pour more backup teams onto the formation..

more troops, more black dark shapeshifting forests....

Gazillion of mini entities,

Alive, talking, stout.

Just standing there,

proud to be examined, admired

by a little child.

proud to stand strong

marching forward,

under his command.

The nails got covered, caked with inkling marks,

both hands and face got all blackened, smudged with black silvery sands…

who cares…

Absolute surrender to the moment of Eternal Bliss. Serenity.

Such a proud child,

Digging, and digging,

sitting on his own pile of

prominent sand-castles,

that he has masterfully crafted behind,

lives after lives’ time.

Proudly and perfectly soiled,

with a smirk on his face.

A sweaty and gratified day.

No regret left behind.