Poem: A Constant State of Art

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A Constant State of Art

Layer on layer. Sand on sand.
Fine lines. Abstract art.
A delicate beauty.
Fragile and perfect
and oh so temporary,
washed away with the new tide,
and then,
created anew.

About this poem

About the beach. About our lives. You choose.

Tom

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