Walking on the beach on the soft sand..
Warm and at places wet..
A cool.. but a bit salty breeze.. blows...
At times bringing the scent of the ship that just left....
Leaving me on this island.. alone.. with my thoughts..
As i lift a small shell lying on the ground..
And i lift another.. and another.. which leads me to a big shell..
Where underneath a heart... beats..
I sit there.. smiling.. near my new discovery..
And see the sea water.. wash away the foot marks i just left behind..
As the wind keeps blowing..
This is a nice poem. I have rated it 9/10. 'A cool.. but a bit salty breeze.. blows... At times bringing the scent of the ship that just left.... ' Nice depiction.
To be remembered is to write poems that soothes the soul, this is like a footprint that can not be wash away!
vryy nice.description... good to read it..... i invite u to read my poetries..........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When the biggest truth is revealed the illusions appeared like foot prints are washed away. A nice poem.