High tide <br />rushes in <br />erases my old footprints <br /> <br />leaving nothing <br />except fresh fine sand <br />for next foot printing <br /> <br />My journey <br />is like a shoreline sand <br /> <br />when trials come in <br />new high tide <br />rushes in <br /> <br />covering up <br />all wounded footprints<br /><br />Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/footprints-in-the-sand-9/
