SAND: A SONNET Standing near the horizon, staring at the setting sun, I see the waves crash against the rocks; and I feel like a particle of sand, unnoticed. There's only one object that feels me, and stays with me: the water. The roaring turbulent waters. And now, something tells me, the water doesn't need me anymore, it tries to depart and leave my company. Sand separates from the water, I (live/die?!) happily thereafter. I really don't know what the hell I wrote! #Napowrimo #lazysleepynights #poetry #sonnet #sand #rzprowriters #yqbaba #death 26/30 A sonnet. I know this is absolute shit. Anyway. As per yqbaba's gyaan, I have to write. Have to write. HAVE TO WRITE.