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When We Collided

by Monique Rardin Richardson

You, the free-flowing water

               fierce and unattainable


Me, the fragile sandcastle

              admiring from a distance


slow movements inch closer,

               then slide away,


                then resistance


Enveloped by the traveling tide,

the weakened structure succumbs to the water,

and there's no more—

                 all's dissolved into one


The waves are breathtaking,

unaware of their beauty and power

                  They can't stop,

                                 can't control,

                                                 can't change


It just is . . .

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