As the sun set and displayed its beauty silhouette
the rich orange, yellow, red and bronze
i watched as his image drew further and further away
his footprints in the sand became many
with
no back glance
no second chance
he walks on and never looks back
not even once
the sky grew dark
the stars no shine
his image i no longer see
his footprints washed by the sea
i stand in the dark
with nothing left but a mark
a mark that holds memories of past happiness.
Old stories of joyfulness
but most of all tears of sorrow
he is gone
his footprints washed
his image a memory
his mark a pain this was his final walk
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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