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A wave kisses the shore
and prophecies written in sand
get washed away again,
taken into the liquid void,
existing merely in memory only,
as the whispers blow like wind
this way and that way
and the words change shape.

The script taken by the sea
has been worn and used,
recycled, remoulded, reinvented,
for remembrance fades fast
when the reference is lost,
such is the destiny
of prophecies written in sand
when a wave kisses the shore.

© Pagan Paul (10/07/19)
Pagan Paul
Written by
Pagan Paul  Bristol, England
(Bristol, England)   
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