She walks where silence drinks the tide,

Barefoot ghost on shoreline wide.

Salt and sorrow kiss her heel,

As grains of time beneath her steal.

The roses rot where once they bloomed,

Crushed beneath a sky entombed.

Love long lost, now dried and torn,

Whispers through the wind — forlorn.

Each step she takes, a shadow wakes,

Past regrets the ocean takes.

But still they cling, those brittle sins,

Like sand that scars her porcelain skin.

No footprints last upon this shore,

She walks away from nevermore.

Yet petals weep where she began,

And mark the grave of what she ran.