°°The clandestine sandcastles°° An innocent soul, by the shore of the sea void was the brim of ocean as a heap of bones in the grave, but yet the burning sun possessed the hues of crimson & red, remembering the past of the fire & ashes, with a cluster of seashells nearby the pail, the small particles of sand slip down the tiny palms but yet the hard work in the eyes doesn't fade at all. ( caption) °°The clandestine sandcastles°° An innocent soul, by the shore of the sea void was the brim of ocean as a heap of bones in the grave, but yet the burning
