A hidden place far away from all
at the ending line of palms.
Beyond tall rocks a shallow
filled with vibrating roar.
At the flow, tides rush in wildly
to create a frothy whirlpool.
Shockthrilled sky above
wink at the dancing tides.
Whose footprints along
the vast wet sand stopped here
who never returned?
Whose hiding shallow is this?
At some rocky groove
a ring sparkles...
Tides keep coming and returning.
Sky keep changing colors.
Footprints on sand fade.
but- the ring keeps sparkling.
Whose footprints they were
now vanished?
these meditating rocks
won't tell the story.
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