Sometimes a footprint erased
Comes back on its own
Vividly traced by the waves
As they sofly caress it
Giving it depth
And an outline again;
A footprint on the sand
That just won’t get washed away
No matter how much you wait
For high tide.
Sometimes a footprint erased
Comes back on its own
Vividly traced by the waves
As they sofly caress it
Giving it depth
And an outline again;
A footprint on the sand
That just won’t get washed away
No matter how much you wait
For high tide.
Categories: Ramblings