#450-Softly
24/10/2018
I was there.
Saw the waves,
Embrace her feet,
As she knelt,
In a world far away.
I envy the waves.
Caressing her,
Again and again.
In my mind,
I’m the water.
Flowing over her,
Momentarily.
Retreating.
Coming back.
Playing hide and seek.
Knowing,
She’ll soon leave.
Me?
I’ll flow,
Over the same grains of sand.
Washing away footprints.
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