And we arrived when early at the beach
The morning was as fresh, as wet as sand,
Receding tide not yet at its low pitch,
But fun it was to stroll, the tide to fend.
Sand sliding under feet, hard was to stand,
And yet, sun showing rage we had to leave,
Memories of sea and sand on the weave,
The smooth wet sand passing a tempting hint,
We left, longing to linger on till eve,
In sandy book marking our fresh footprint!
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A visit to a sea beach…, our incoming footprints were wiped out by the tide, but when we left, the tide was when receding, our footprints in the sandy visitors' book remained. These too would not last for long, but those in our mind would…
Musings |12.10.2020|
Topic: sea, footprints
Form: dizain
A well written poem.... Truly excellent and fascinating....5 stars *****
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Memories of sea and sand on the weave, The smooth wet sand passing a tempting hint, We left, longing to linger on till eve, In sandy book marking our fresh footprint! .....so impressive. Foot prints may be wiped out by tide from sand but these cant be wiped out from book of mind. A nice Dizain. Thank you dear Pathak sir.