Orange
waves at dusk
Caressed
his bare feet,
Salt
and mud covered the bruises
Left
by stones in the past.
Receding
waves stole the pain,
Gentle
breeze evaporated the tears
And
boosted the exhausted legs-
For
a longer journey afresh.
Reminding
of nature’s healing power,
Both
physical and emotional;
Of
its invigorating injection of confidence
To
enable movement without a baggage;
And
the need to follow the thin shoreline
Where
footprints are preserved.
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