The scattered strands of memories

Is all that remains today of the beach

Relations as porous as the sands

Leave no traces of the love

That flowed over it as freely as water.

I too, as a mute spectator, allow the salt of my tears

To challenge the salinity of the sea

And a like a true lover of the beach

Leave behind footprints and sand castles of memory

For others to marvel at their beauty

Till the changing face of time, like the sea,

Sweeps all away forever.