shy guy

footprintsA walk on the beach The breeze flowing through my hair Mist sprinkling my face That salty scent lingering in the air. I look to the sides, Tides are coming my way. I continue my way forward, Toward the bright sun. I cast shadows behind me. I leave footprints, But as the waves come They are washed away. I look back, but they were gone. The gentle splashing of waves Have drifted away my markings. Once again the sand was even. There was no sign of mefootprints
Ever being there.
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Bringing Visions To Life
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