Crashing Waves
Disappearing footprints
Waves crashed onto the sand, erasing.
I took another step imprinting my foot,
only to have the water crash down on
the sand, erasing again.
The tide washed shells to shore,
some whole, some broken.
Waves crashed onto the sand, erasing.
I took another step imprinting my foot,
only to have the water crash down on
the sand, erasing again.
The tide washed shells to shore,
some whole, some broken.
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