by all the feet that past this way
a moment; frozen; there in time
before the sea washes all away
prints of shoes and sandled feet
single tacks along the sand
some in pairs; in parallel lines
were maybe of lovers; hand in hand
prints of large bare feet; wide spread
a bare foot man; I would suppose
his daily jog along the shore
the one with sand between his toes
the playful prints of happy dogs
jumping skipping; chase the ball!
a happy dog; let loose to run
will leave the most footprints of all!
a sunny day; a gorgeous beach
and the best; let's not forget
yes there's sun and sea and sky
...but we haven't left our footprints yet!
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