High tide
rushes in
erases my old footprints
leaving nothing
except fresh fine sand
for next foot printing
My journey
is like a shoreline sand
when trials come in
new high tide
rushes in
covering up
all wounded footprints
We leave our mark and time heals the wounds but not the memory, the poem says more than it reads...thanks for the read regards uavanice1 +thanks
lovely metaphors written........washes all the pains away................10++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is really good, i can truely relate its really good, i love it