Traces
Traces
In the wet sand
Footprints of gulls, and man
Disappear in the tidal dance
Of waves.
Traces
In the red dust
Feet of man, and horses
Up in canyons, leave no trace of
The brave.
Traces
In the garden
Of such delightful scents
In spring and summer by winter
Erased.
Traces
Of human life
Throughout world's history
However, are reported upon its
Pages.
Traces
Of wins and woes
Like hand prints upon walls
Can't be erased, for their foothold
Remains.
Copyright © Caroline Cécile Delacroix | Year Posted 2011
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