The crispy sound echoed around
as he turned the pages,
walking slowly along the shore,
Far away the horizons met,
colors merging, waves meeting and then, leaving again.
“Didn’t it all splash just in a second?”
He felt like the roaring waves would question,
everytime he looked at them.
So, it is true,
He thought to himself,
Sunsets are not forever gloomy
but they always speak of parting.
“Sigh! What an irony”,
“Some find happiness in their going away”, a calm wave touched his feet,
a cold memory surged down his spine,
“Patience, dear heart”