Footprints

A poem of hereditary

David Rudder

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(Source)

Tide and time perform a mime,
as waves splash on the shore,
covering up the footprints,
of those that came before.

In the morn the pristine beach,
is left smooth and glistening,
the murmurs of the ocean winds,
and shore fringes are listening.

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David Rudder

Top writer in Poetry. I am a diarist and write poetry to reflect my thoughts.