As I walk towards the oceans shore. Listening to the sound of the rain,
coming down. What a lovely sound.
Watching as it falls, hitting the surface of the deep blue.
Making ripples as it connects.
How it opens up, becomes one within. Without leaving a dent.
It recovers.
It's resilient.
Without a doubt. Without a scar. It doesn't last.
The memories how they last.
For a lifetime in the body of the great unknown.
© Wilson's Best