Sun setting down on the sea floor,
Spreading its rays on sandy shore.
Me walking, watching my footprints,
Carving my name, on dusty thing.
My finger rolls inside the sand,
I lay to catch, in my hand,
Soothingly it flows away,
“No one can hold me long”, it says.
Smiling at it, I swept my palm,
Lying on milky wave, steady and calm.
Realizing, I [...]
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