Empty Sunbed (Part Ii)

As I walk calmly upon the tides of the beach,
Contentedly caressing the sand with my toes,
The wind blows harmlessly through my hair,
Awakening my heart and feeding my soul.
The parasol hangs tiredly but proudly upon the sunbed,
Sadly reminiscing all the times we would sit there,
Watching the faces in the the clouds
Float on by in whisps and sparks of smoke.
I wonder through the depths of this reverie,
Longing to uncover your footprints in the goldust
Winking at me in the glistening grains of sand,
Hiding from me all the things we promised before the sun went down.

by Twilight Whispers

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