Post No. 874
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Footsteps
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A trail of footsteps lead
across the fine sea sand
washed away in moments
by the incoming tide
gone without a trace
love letters long erased.
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I walk along the high tide line,
mine are the steps i leave behind
my heart bleeds with every beat
consumed by memories
of a love that died
that couldn’t last from tide to tide.
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The weight i drag upon my back
in a sack i cannot share
mine to own and mine alone
a task to shoulder willingly
‘til He shows me the way to go
smooths the path for me to follow.
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©Denise G Allen, 20 September 2015 05:41
