Wet feet on the sand
Touching the seaweed.
Memories dissolve in the tide,
People toss wet seaweed, as if it’s a joke
To lose one’s memories.
Yet when the seaweed dries in the sand,
It forms a grid
And returns to life . . .
Memory restored.
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Wet feet on the sand
Touching the seaweed.
Memories dissolve in the tide,
People toss wet seaweed, as if it’s a joke
To lose one’s memories.
Yet when the seaweed dries in the sand,
It forms a grid
And returns to life . . .
Memory restored.