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~~~Footprints

There are no footprints left in the sand
The prevailing waves swept them away,
No further trace of the missing girl,
Memories imprinted in the sea,
And in this place she will dance forever
Her ghostly mist and pearly lustre
Spiral up towards the moonlight.

A satin haze of saline fragrance
Whispers a discordant melody
To the air that weeps a silent sorry
Forever lingers, distant sorrow,

The muffled screams, shadows of azure
Haunting all those who swim out too far,
Shipwreck beyond abandoned lighthouse
A sacrifice, tainting the waters.

The lost girl at peace with the ocean
Her soul remains jewelled where she belongs
The sea breathes her delicate life now
All the oxygen she desires
And all the salt will heal her raw wounds
Hydraulic action cremating her spirit,
The salt spray etching her initials
Beneath the derelict vantage point.

A window out into the endless sky
Mirrors the vast ubiquitous wave,
Turbulent storms unleash true beauty,
Swells of wonder dissipates a force
Vexing the watchers from the coastline,
And soon the dying tempest follows
The ebb and flow as calm as ever
Reflecting upon her timeless essence.
Her want to be loved is now fulfilled,
The sunlight, the breeze, caressing the ocean.

There are no footprints left in the sand,
The froth sparkling, sounds of the sea.

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