Love Sonnet 169

I now see sadness on the pristine sand, 

In faded footprints, that you failed to make, 

More so that sands were once huge rocks, so grand, 

Before their fate, that only sands could take: 

To be the dunes, were dwell my sorrows, deep, 

In stillness which so aggravates my loss 

As tenderness I craved, time failed to keep, 

Where spawned our deserts, now too wide to cross; 

Though minute are the grains that slipped my grasp, 

Like truth, they pass my mind with grief that rides, 

As vicious as rose harboring a wasp, 

Thereby, in sweetness lurks its sting, that hides; 

......Yet, your footprints last only till the eve, 

......For blown sand filled the tracks soon as you leave.

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