Writing Resources from Fifteen Minutes of Fiction

The Walk

As you sculpt, carve and attempt to etch,
Your footprints on the golden sand stretch,
As you watch, observe and ponder,
The vanity, futility of those who walked yonder,
Their marks washed away,
Even before they themselves perish,
Alas, maybe the walk on the golden shore,
Was just for you to relish?

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