We once sat on the shore or maybe
But that time has passed
And a fresh tide washes sand off the soles
Of sun burned feet
Running against the strong breeze
There is no looking back
No questioning yesterday
Only forward movement
Locked eyes fade to subtle glances
Broken glass disintegrated into wayward chances
Time falls into the backdrop
But the present still remains
Vintage photos in a wooden frame
That’s badly molded holds memories with water stains
Years have passed
But we look back on the past and smile anyway
Love always, Esha ❤
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