To the Reader, by Edward Storm

Edward Storm

To the Reader

Written By Edward Storm

Like sand castles by poems should crumble

The wind is wild, waves are constant.

With all of my instruments

I have packed the sand together,

Now I leave them by the sea.

If you pass them on the beach

Please,

Let me sand castles fall apart,

See what they are made of.

Written by Edward Storm

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