And meaningless beats.
To drown out what that feels within.
The haunting tune, a flute emits
As he walks along the beach.
White fine sand alongside clear prestine waters
The cackle of a seagull.
The lone pair of footprints.
The wind gently blows the sand,
Covers another pair from the past.
The sun sets.
He walks off into the night.
He will be alright.
He lies in wait, till yonder breaks,
Till the first light.
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