Footprints on the sand
Footprints on the sand, washed out the sea, erased by the waves that rhythmically caressed the shore. Trillions of stars witnessed their disappearance from the midst's of the darkness of the night, yet none can tell me where they are. There is nothing left of them, like if we had never been hand in hand walking, talking, loving. I envy the power of that sea that so efficiently wiped away that remnant of us which all could see, those indentations that were tangible proof of you and me. The... Sign in to see full entry.