footprints in the sand
headed to the sunset,
the present turning
to memories
with each leisurely step
time stands still
yet it doesn’t,
simultaneously
moving
while holding forever
the moment
no turning back
as history proceeds,
no undoing
impressions
once the pressure
is released
and the shape
is ingrained
indelibly
though the tide
may wipe
the slate clean
and the imprint
may no longer
be seen
only time
may be able to change
the feelings
what kind
of trail
are you leaving?
footprints in the sand
headed to the sunset,
the present turning
to memories
with each step
Laura Denise 
Beautiful. ‘The present turning to memories at each step.’
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The tempo of this piece is quite lovely, Laura. And it holds a lot of wisdom. Loved the third stanza! 🙂
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what kind
of trail
are you leaving? – This resonates. It is a question I continue to ask myself.
Thank you for sharing you words.
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I love the shift from present to past so apparent in these timely words!
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Thanks, Jaya! 🤗
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