The sand breaths in as it sweeps through the air.
Never settling in one place.
Strokes of shadows painted flawlessly.
Precisely settled opposed to the sun's vast gaze.
Footsteps leaving cookie crumb tracks.
Disappear within minutes.
Sinking with a salty swallow.
Instantly missed.
With the brush of sand's dance.
Is a forgotten mess.
Left for another to remember.
YOU ARE READING
Dizzy to the Point of Exhaustion
PoetryPoems. I know. I am incredibly deep and see meaning in everything. Jokes. Hopefully this doesn't suck. warning: some of these poems definitely kinda suck... oops! #881 in poetry March 4th, 2017👀 #463 in poetry March 9th, 2017😮 #348 in poetry Ma...
