Sand sifting through
My fingers on some
Deseserted beach.
All those memories
Now lost in the angry
Sound of an ocean surf.
Thoughts carried away
On a white geyser only
To crash harmlessly
At the waters edge.
The hopes of too many
Yesterdays are waiting
For a meaningful tomorrow,
A tomorrow that never comes.
Natures beauty is timeless
And I just the visitor awaiting
Some epiphany, the hope
That I can move on, to......?
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