Sunday, February 2, 2014

Imprints on Sand

She was walking,
On the beach.
Letting the soft sand,
Touch her feet.
Amused by the beauty
Of nature;
The bond shared
Between
Land and water.

Unaware of others around,
She kept walking;
Marking her own trail,
On the ground.
Leaving footprints,
On the sand;
Just
Creating memories,
Without any stamp.

Then roared the waves;
Erased
All that was engraved,
Taking the sand away.
She felt sad;
Losing the
Collection of memories,
As that was all
That she had.

Sat brooding
For a while;
Just when a thought struck,
And she stood upright.
Only to start walking again,
Let the wave play its game;
She was getting ready,
To create another memory lane.


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