Sand.
I push my toes into
the sand,
feeling broken shells,
lost homes,
skeletons of another life.
I pull them back out,
watching as my prints
are melted back into
the endless stretch of beach,
leaving my imprint
in the tide.
the sand,
feeling broken shells,
lost homes,
skeletons of another life.
I pull them back out,
watching as my prints
are melted back into
the endless stretch of beach,
leaving my imprint
in the tide.