Memories of My Own Footsteps
I remember soft sand beneath my feet.
As water rippled over my toes.
How I love the sounds and sights
As the Ocean ebbs and flows.
The burning sun upon my back
brought ease to my injured bones,
Whilst the sight of palm trees all around,
meant I never felt alone.
A slight breeze sometimes caused the palms
To sway gently to and fro........
A welcome feeling around my neck,
As my long hair was swept to a flow.
Memories so vivid that tears form in my eyes,
I appreciated every day,
Back then when I was alive........
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