A poem to go by…
The shores have washed away your foot prints.
Now you’re just a memory of the past.
The time stands still with you moving your course of journey.
Sweeping away the sadness along with you.
You’re gone with the passage of time.
Now just a fragment of the memories stays and dulls the vision of tomorrow.
The shores have washed away your memories.
Only your fragrance stays.
— From the writer