I have a BEAUTIFUL idea from eunice(thank you) and it's about well... you'll see it later... But i warn you when i read this poem I felt so good but at the same time kinda sad... It's soo deep I feel like crying T.T
The footprints in the sand,
the prints that are washed away,
by the waves on the shore,
erased like memories in a distance.
The train that runs to the hills,
the steam it leaves behind,
the tracks it runs upon,
travel the distance beyond.
The wind that blows north,
the sand and salt it carries,
from the beach and from the sea,
it leaves a mark to bear.
The flame that burns,
the ashes it makes,
the blaze it forms that scars the place,
it leaves it's nobility and warmth.
What's left maybe no more,
but sure it's still there for all,
it stays in the shadows,
never to be seen or awe.
The scars on you and me,
the silence and nobility,
none see it's presence,
but it remains faithfully to be.
And this is the mark it leaves,
this is the scar we bear,
because we lay it and leave it,
this is no more than a mystery.
The long road it takes,
the harsh wind that breaks,
the sound though silent,
they are that we leave behind.
