breakwaters
wash away
memories
like footprints
in the sand
while
mangroves
whistle taps
to lonely egrets
on the land
the virgin beach
on which
we strolled
rapaciously expired
in stride
our playground now
a faded image
ebbing with
the effervescent
tide
the sun
may set
forever
on our
lost paradise
but the tide
again
shall rise
I can see
the paradise
embedded
in your eyes
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