The ocean spitting, waves crash in
Eyes shoot out to darkening skies
Silent gaze hands held high
The sun sinking on shimmering horizon
Toes welcome water, now ankle deep
I take a walk, cautiously
Dry to wet, toes curl in
Thoughts blow across the wind
Whoosh! Now I’m rooted
Rushing back, feet exposed
Waiting for the second wave
Life stands still
Shall I run back to reality?
Or sign my name in the sands of time?
Answers they escape my attention
The child has returned
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