Spreading layer's of sand;
Between blue water and earth;
Digging holes of safety;
Crabs are there in plenty.
Sun was reddish on that evening;
Predicting the arms of hell crawling nearby;
Morning was warm, cold blooded;
Arms of horror and terror crawled all over.
Sand was thrown high;
Some pressed in trails;
Holes were shattered and pressed;
Heavy tyre’s rushed here and there.
Breaking the hardest shell on our back;
Scattering it all around in a second;
Some pressed into the abyss of sand;
Choking to death without even knowing the smell of death.
Escaping to the horizon;
Where the Sun turns red sometimes;
Is there heaven somewhere there?
Swam with all strength, leaving behind the home once lived.
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