Once whilst walking on the seashore leisurely,
Did I passed a distraught moment,
I was taken aback by the scenery,
My soul tranquil, my heart prudent,
The sun was at the bay and was descending calm,
The blue waters still, yet flowing in charm.
It was when I walked a couple of steps ahead,
My sight was caught by the footprints I left,
Soft impressions whenever did I tread
On the golden sands marked by my feet heft,
The sparkling water from the waves strode,
On the stamps I left on the golden sands,
And washed them away sweeping the code,
That I left on the soft and golden land.
And then I wondered just like the sands sublime,
Does time wash away the scars left behind,
The sand am I, the waves are time,
The time of sorrows is thus confined.
The sun was at the bay and was descending calm,
The blue waters were still, yet flowing in charm.
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