She

picked up the bucket (once more)

and filled it

with the (incalculable) grains of

sand

and the (thousand) drops of

seawater (which tastes of

tears)

a quick twist and

the bucket

is upside-

down.

(like life)

She

waits and then

slides it off

(gently) and

a sandcastle (their love)

is born

but

it comes in (the tide)

and the(ir love)

crumbles

into nothingness

Perfection Is Flawed

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sandcastle-2/