Hollow is the darkness there,
Still are the rocks, not a stir;
Footprints on grains of sand,
Ripples washing them away;
A silent melody surrounds,
The trace of time gone astray;
Yet, unstoppable it remains
In the blanket of vacuum;
The moon stares at its reflection
Blurred in the waters, yet shining;
A pair of feet moves on the shore;
Moonlight mirrored in that gaze
Searching for a parted pearl.
The trace of time often goes astray when you are with nature :) Well written.
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