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I was waiting waiting
In the deserted beach of thousands of people
strangers and friends
Laughing and shouting
Sharing our own coconut palms of shade
For years and years
Never thought of going back as the ceaseless crash of waves with the sand
What?
What was the reason?
Yes I know.
Said my repenting conscience
Did she too.
The endless tears in the dark evening under twilight
You have gone.
Forever
The waiting wave has erased the footprints on the sand leaving behind
Nothing at all
Nothing.... Nothing
But the foot prints materialized before my salty eyes
In a flash
I turned back
when the darkness covered
The beach.
About the Creator
Dinesha Perera
I am a poet who is interested in in-depth feelings of the humanity.
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