Yesterday
I
returned to
the beach
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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.''
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.
deep so deep manifestation fear future involved but a lovely only poet / poetess can think Ma'am thank you
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.
Footprints are only temporary on a beach. On land they may turn into a footpath. Nice poem. Thank you.
Has a nice easy feel to it, although the thought is abit sad.
A very beautiful poem on time and beautiful memories of the poet also.