04 August 2009

SAND....

The wind blowing through
Hair flying with hazy footprints
The sand oozes through the fingers
Leaving behind nothing
A sensation though
Like a lingering touch
A loved one now far away
A smile remembered fondly
Thoughts of times gone by
Washing away with the unruly waves
Leaving behind nothing ...
But the promise of tomorrow
And another sunrise
More sand, more waves
And more memories to be made ...

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