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Footprints in the Sand
I feel the warm sand between my toes
twisting around my feet.
I taste the bitter taste of salt
and the fresh air whipping against my red cheeks.
I can hear the ocean rumbling..
It sounds so far..
Even though I can see the foam forming nearby
as it crashes against the rocks
Shhhhh
Its sound fades as it bends over
There's just something so romantic
about footprints in the sand,
They're there one minute
and the next they're swept away with the powerful tide
They're gone the minute you turn to see them.
The only memory of them ever being there
is the memory in my mind
and the sand still on my feet.
