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Love Letter in The Sand
Just before the first ray of light appears in the east.
The motion of the ocean is constant with the wind.
As if giving a courtesy to the beach.
Bending in time to caress the sand,
bringing me the gift of a distant place.
Far away in time.
Walking away the hurt;
so the tide can wash it away.
Closing my eyes, still going forward,
trusting the path before me.
Following the moistened sand
and my own heartbeat.
Taking in the morning breeze
the salty air.
As the underline symphony of nature
takes me hostage and holds me captive.
I can feel the dawn approaching.
And everything comes alive
in order to greet her properly.
Coming alive with every wave
with every passing minute.
Then I feel free.
I am not only an spectator,
but an active participant
of creation and new beginnings.
Writing in the sand,
my biggest confession and legacy.
I am alive.Even if my words died in a moment,
even if my face is already forgotten,
in a place like this, vanity is just a myth.
And love is ever present and everlasting.