Beach

Why.

My feet, the damp,
cold,
mild sand.

Tiny particles decided to act together and land on my feet at every step.

Was i walking or the sand calling me, absorbing itself and then me in the next step.

Rolling over and letting me go - in circles

In circles they revolved..
Tidal waves evolved..
Burying sorrows in their depths.. ..
the shores dissolved..

With passing tide it held...
The unsure shore -
its wicked sand...

The waves kept trying,
loving them,
in every bend..

Sand looked over -
to love,
is to pretend.

Hdk