The coasts get eroded,
By the cresting blue waves,
Crashing onto the coral white floor,
The foaming water caressed her feet,
Beckoning, enticing as they drew back to the sea.
She walked on, leaving footprints on the sand,
Looking out over the horizon, the sun sets.
Leaving the sky in hues of orange,
The cirrus clouds like pink cotton candy,
Floated like wisps of hair on water.
Her footprints get wiped away,
As the waves come back and swallow them whole.
Touching her feet, calming her pained heart.
She didn't mind the foot marks disappearing,
For they would be easily forgotten.
But never, would they fade away,
The memories created that day.
YOU ARE READING
Epigrams
PoetryIt appears you've found my book and before you decide to read it's contents, know that... These poems are everything that is me. (Also the cover was made by my buddy FierroThorne!)
