Beach Memory


Memory is like a beach,
Where the sand is never neat,
Each wave take it’s bit,
Leaving the sand that stick.
***
Memory come in many forms,
Like footsteps in wet sand,
Or rocks never covered,
Or dark caves avoided.
***
I hope my footsteps,
Are there on your beach,
And that I am never,
A rock beneath your feet.

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