I write her name in sand, seagulls laughing over me as the waves wash it away, this name we put here, hoping it will endure
it never does
this immortal part, drawn in a fabric to pale too contain it, even when we need it to
I write the name again and again,hoping it will never end , mocked by the Sea as it rushes up to wash my feet, this feat lost to each new cycle of life, no sand nor stone can keep it whole, only memory can and even that brittle piece of crockery we keep deep inside, flies from us
Our fragile soul cannot hold it for long, waves of time washing all names, and steals away all memory with us as dust, still writing her name in the sand
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