The Lost Sonnet
Our memories of the
ocean will linger on,
long after our footprints
in the sand are gone.
There is, in the sea,
an otherness that lingers,
and lives on after our departure.
The air will hold the
fading echoes of our voices;
the waves will carry away
the last traces of
our laughter and tears.
We leave our mark
on everything we touch;
in moments like these,
I understand that this is
what it means to be alive.
Akshr
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