Footsteps on the Sand
The defiant dusk descended slowly on the beach.
We walked apart, slowly on the sand, but with no speech.
We left our footsteps imprinted clearly on the sand
She walked with her head lowered; I never touched her hand.
I looked at our footsteps on the sand, one light, one deep,
Small waves rolled on our feet, erasing feelings we keep,
Still, we walked, hiding secrets we did not wish to share.
Blast her, she was lovely as the breeze ruffled her hair.
The footsteps stopped and faced each other with a sweet smile
Gleaming eyes were mesmerized but without any guile.
We kissed tenderly and so our footprints did not run
Hold me closely, I whispered, never let go, dear sun.
Each sweet whisper of love could ruin our lasting life.
We were meant to live happily as husband and wife.
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