Footprints

Green mountains rise in the distance.
Trees dance to the breeze's soft rhythmn.
The sun begins to set into the horizon.
Colors bleed into the sky's deepness, peaceful.
Small waves ripple the water's surface.

I walk along the ocean's shore, footprints.
Looking at the beautiful scenery, breathtaking.
Water washes upon the beach, wetting my feet.
Instinctively, I look back at my footsteps.

Looking into the past, remembering the pain.
Looking into the darkness, remembering it all.
Water washes up the shore once more,
As my footprints disappear into the sand, forgotten.

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