Without a Trace
Footprints stolen
by the sea
Voices drowned
by gulls
Words carried
away in protest
on salty winds
The beach keeps its secrets
of ghosts from the past
Sweeping away remnants
of life and love
without a trace
until there’s nothing left
but pristine sand
Although here
among the driftwood
and starfish,
your essence
lingers still
Your presence
is felt, always
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts
Protest - Word of the Day
Nothing - FOWC
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