Day 56:

Aug 25-Terza Rima, tercets(aba bcb cdc end in aa) Italian.,typically iambic pentameter.

Title: The Sand

The patterns in the sand ripple and glow

The waves then wash the flow of time away

My footprints disappear, so where’d they go?

The sands of life, truly not long they stay

Before the ocean covers it like paint

It swallows up the brightness of the day.

No matter, if as sinner or as saint

The tides roll on, the sand has turned to naught

And if one’s life was built on sand, they’d faint,

Because the loss has shown what they now know

Without the rock, like sand, they must now go.