Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Short-Lived Signatures

From dawn to dusk,
day and night,
the saltwater waltzes
with the utmost grace. 

With careless motions,
it crumbles castles
devours portraits artistically created
by the arms of trees.
And, your footprints
are left in the sunbaked grains
only for swells
to whisk them away.

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