On the shore: LILAC

Lilac

Having a conversation with the shy waves,
On the shore i stretched my hand.

Testing its various reflexes, 
I picked up a fistful of wet sand.

A wave came,
and took the sand back.

I lost the claim,
and amused with that feedback,
color of my heart went Lilac.

And at the time of my departure,
a wave touched my retracting feet,
as if asking me to retreat.

It wanted to take back one more thing,
life's turbulence,

and claim a soothing presence.

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