I took a step, then a second and a third... thus began my trek along this beach of writers. I glance back, and see my foot marks fade and flatten under the thrust of these waves of words. A sandcastle tumbles.

each grain
is this sandcastle
the tide rises

    In a faded moment, I liken myself to a mere grain of sand along this shore of poets; a grain of sand that can never write but can only witness. I am the simple scribe of what I see and hear, touch and taste and smell. I dream.

sunset
this salty surf throbs
a song of roses

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