No Man's Island



Once a footprint is created, its confines are territorial and a legacy is born - shobana

She steps with clarity over waters that cover her footprints
Touching the sands with her presence of deity
She walked on No Man's Island once
Where the breeze combined with the wind
created an altercation of the sun and the sea

Creating an impression of innocence
She tried to retrieve her footprints
Washed by tiny bubbles that covers the sand
Protected by the tide of water
They presume is within their encode
Engraving a massive sign
That deepens her curiosity
As to why no singular being is trusted within their confines
To even be considered with a footprint as a legacy - shobana

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