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Whispers of the Tide

You and I like sea and sand. A new wave comes, but we're still holding on..

By Uncledee'Published about a year ago 2 min read

The shore is quiet now, the sun a distant memory, casting a soft orange glow on the horizon. The waves, gentle but relentless, caress the sand, pulling away small grains with each retreat, yet leaving behind the essence of what was always there. We stood there once, our feet buried in the warm embrace of the sand, the ocean's melody filling the air, as if the world whispered secrets only we could understand.

We were the sea and the sand - separate but together, each wave a new challenge, each tide a reminder of the passage of time. We danced to the rhythm of the ocean, our steps leaving imprints that would fade with the next surge, but still, we held on.

The years passed like the ebb and flow of the tide, sometimes calm, sometimes stormy, but always with a quiet, underlying strength. We weathered storms, the salt of the sea stinging our wounds, yet we stood resilient, letting the pain wash away, carried off to some distant part of the ocean.

But now, as the moon rises high, its light reflecting on the surface of the water, I stand alone where we once did, the sand cool beneath my feet. The waves still come, but they no longer bring comfort - only a distant echo of what once was.

The sea pulls away, and I can feel the grains of sand slipping between my toes, no longer able to hold on to what was ours. The wind whispers through the night, carrying the scent of the ocean, a bittersweet reminder of those days.

I look out at the horizon, where the sea meets the sky, a boundary that seems both infinite and unreachable. You are out there, somewhere beyond the waves, but the connection we once had feels like it's being slowly eroded by time, like the sand beneath my feet.

We were the sea and the sand, once inseparable, but now, with each passing wave, I feel the distance growing. The tide pulls away, and I am left standing alone, the remnants of our love scattered like grains of sand, waiting for the next wave to carry them away.

It was supposed to be you and I till the day the wind blows us away.

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About the Creator

Uncledee'

I wanted to be an enigma in a riddle but I don't exactly know what that entails. I'm just a word collector trying to find out the reason why I exist or if my existence does matter. Black with no sugar https://buymeacoffee.com/e.delon

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