Marked By the Sands of Time
“What Comes Back” Challenge
He walked along the lonely beach
With only his thoughts for company,
Contemplating how his life had changed
Since the sands had come in this year.
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Every year was just the same
In summer, they were there,
As winter approaches, they get swept away,
Till summer comes again next year.
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His life had changed in so many ways
Since the sand had filled the beach,
Regrets had taken the place of dreams,
Since winter had stripped the beach.
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He had few friends and kept to himself
A lonely life, it might appear,
Before the sands came back
He hoped it would be a better year.
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Like a silent clock, only he could read,
The seasonal shifting of the sands,
Swept in and out at the mercy of the tide,
Where would he be when the sands came back again?
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Till next time,
Calvin
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Calvin London
I write fiction, non-fiction and poetry about all things weird and wonderful, past and present. Life is full of different things to spark your imagination. All you have to do is embrace it - join me on my journey.
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It filled me with sadness this one for some reason. It so beautifully written 🦋🦋🏆🦋🦋