#WritcoPoemPrompt124
A walk on a beach,
Both, on your bare feet,
So close and within reach,
A conversation brief but sweet,
you can feel the moist breeze,
u want to hold his hand,
u want that time to freez
so, that u can remain stand,

but, when u try to reach ..
he vanished' in the thin air
U r still walking in the beach
U can still feel the moist air

but this time....
few tears are remain in ur cheeks
wound on ur heart is still the same
U want to hide them in ur lids
but the pain remains the same

U r looking at ur own palm
so that u can the feel him
u can looking at those sand
to remember that warmth of him

he vanished in to thin air
but still alive in memories
in the sea, in the tide layer,

he is not dead yet
because I can still remember him,
and his warm smile upto this date.
the story of both are still not the end
because the soul of me yet to send.



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