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my mark

floating,
that’s what i feel like right now.

As I look out into the horizon,
I listen to the crashing waves hit the rocks.

It sounds like music,
Mother Nature’s music.
It just goes on,
and on,
and on.

I reach out my hand to touch the water,
it feels cool against my bare skin.

I take it all in,
smelling the aroma of salt water.

I get up to walk away.

Looking back,
for one more look.

I see my footsteps,
one after another,
almost in a pattern.
I think,
this is my mark I have left for today.

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