I walk the
distance
Feel the sand
slip through my toes
The rising sun
spread its rays
The fishermen
saw the sea
Little children
collecting shells
With a soulful
purpose
Unfinished
chores
Boundary less
dreams
I walk on to
write the story
Find myself on a
bench
That must have
seated
Hearts many
Secrets shared
Giggles
resounding
Love tales
written
Life found
meaning
Each day is a
rising sun
That fabricates
the lanes and stops
The turns we
take
The halts we
make
Are like the
sand gone by
Impressions left
for a while
To be rewritten
by an unknown face
We all walk the
distance
Discover the
chance and expanse.
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