footprints in the sand
take my hand
come walk with me
to the beach, to the sea
feel the warm dry sand
loose and gritty beneath our feet

down to the where
the ocean meets the land
watch the gentle pulse
of the waves
as they ride their own surf to shore

our footprints indent the newly wet sand
small foaming waves tickle our toes
soon all will be new again
all signs we were ever there
washed away by the tide









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The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart
--Helen Keller
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