The sand slipping beneath my feet,
The coarse grains,
Scratching and piercing through the thick skin,
A wave washing over the unwanted sand,
Leaving behind unwantd salts.
The crabs pushing forward,
The green blue slimy shells.
The flesh cutting through the beauty,
Goes straight to embrace the sand.
A little deeper inside the sea,
Standing on the silt,
Feeling the world pass beneath my feet,
With every wave,
I pass away too.
And yet the next wave,
Brings me back,
To the same sand,the same silt,
The same shore with a different name,
And I am the same stone,
With the same heart,
Which beats against every grain...