As
children
we played
on the
beach.
gathering
shells
for our
collection.
leaving
love
letters
in the
sand.
the tide
rushed
in many
times.
Our love
letters
remained
undisturbed.
Lately
I returned
seeking
the letters.
For some
reason
they could
not be
found.
The beach
a blank
slate.
An angry
tide had
rushed in
destroying
our love
letters.
Forever
lost in
the sand.
(c) copyright heather burns
It must have been a very strong tides, the love had to give way to it,lol,it reminds me of a simile..