Not a single grain of sand
stood where it started,
Winds from the sea
blew you, past you.
The white sand
a mist, it forms.
the softest footsteps
threaten to disturb
their delicate rhythm.
Yet undisturbed,
the sand dances
with the wind.
As i move
closer to the sea
the sea shys
away from me
The waves softly crash
and slowly return.
caught in between,
a river of sand
runs through
like a sea of ants.
The wind hisses
in my ear,
the sea got swept
even farther away.
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