Wrinkled love

There was a huge wave that came up across the shore. It  beautifully swirled around that not so little feet. That sparkling water heard a faint laughter, a reminiscent one. 

His hair stroked his dark,tanned face. His smile was mesmerizing and eyes deep with thoughts. As the salty wind joyfully played with his hair,the evening birds sang the joyous song of returning to their nests. Those dark eyes wandered into the mighty ocean. The beach was as silent as a saint seated for meditation for years. It was the same place,same date and the same old feeling. His palm was empty,he had nothing to hold on but sand. His heart was wrestling with memories, memories that made his love rise as wild as a forest fire. He had tears in those eyes which were once sparkling enough to light up anyone's mind. Yet today, it was all a mess. Everything seemed to hurt him like pieces of shattered glass. He felt alone, all alone. He laughed at all those silly moments and at all those times that bought him joy. His wrinkled hand moved across the sand and as sadness pricked his wet face,he held the dusty golden sand and cried out as loud as possible. 

Yet, his heart was as beautiful as the beach was. It had a little bullet hole in it, bursting all the arteries. He was a lover? A son? No, he was an old father with wrinkled and cold lips. Stained with grief of his son departing from him for the fantasies of false and cruel feminine beauty. His hands were trembling with weakness. The same beach, the same salty scene of his only child leaving him all alone in the nasty and greedy world. The boy was nurtured with love and care, fired his own papa with bullets of selfishness. 

He love him the most and now there was nothing but nostalgia.

Pa, your love, your benefactor. Love him enough baby. You might not be able to pay him back, but give him what he deserves. After-all he is your holy Papa. <3

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