We drew patterns in the sand,
making our mark,
stating our claim,
proclaiming our roles,
deciding our fate,
telling all others,
forging ahead,
screaming from rooftops,
calling our names,
telling the world,
who we are and where we stand,
memories were made,
but like all before,
they are soon forgotten,
washed away by time,
like patterns in the sand.
This was written for The Daily Prompt
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