The restlessness of the heart will not disappear even after turning to dust; the drifting sand on the seashore tells me this.
The poet shares a haunting realization while watching the drifting, unsettled sand along the water's edge. Seeing how the sand never finds stillness and is forever tossed by the tide, he feels it whispers an intimate truth to him: even after he turns to dust, his heart’s restless longing will survive. It tenderly captures a grief or passion so profound that even death cannot grant it peace.
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