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Heather Burns


Sands of Time


Yesterday
I
returned to
the beach

Once again
to gather
memories
looking for
a dream

Happy
moments
were spent
there
moments to
be cherished

Gathering
shells for
our
collections
whispered
secrets

La ughing
leaving
footprints
in the sand

Today
as I wander
back
only one
set of
footprints
remain

The other
lost
forever
in the
sands
of time.





















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Submitted: Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Edited: Thursday, August 14, 2014

Topic of this poem: time


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  • Rookie - 154 Points Yasmeen Khan (9/15/2013 1:39:00 AM)

    Footprints on the sands of time are memories of the departed.

    ''The little waves, with their soft, white hands,
    Efface the footprints in the sands,
    And the tide rises, the tide falls.'' (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 213 Points Nasarudheen Parameswaran (9/12/2013 6:20:00 AM)

    The death/loss in life is inevitable as for any creature of God.We know that we are dust and unto dust shall we return; still loneliness is intoleerable as I feel from this spiritual poem. (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 5,319 Points Geetha Jayakumar (9/11/2013 7:48:00 AM)

    A wonderful poem....Footprints on sand get often washed away, but memories in our heart never get washed away. Very beautiful way you have presented, though ending is too sad to read.........Loved it. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 781 Points Thomas A Robinson (9/10/2013 12:02:00 PM)

    There on the beach fronts of our memories we call the sands of time
    Wind or wave are the criminals destroying the scene of the crime
    They were long ago into the sea washed away
    But you can still see the tracks upon your hands
    Upon the hands of time that can never be washed away (Report) Reply

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