Footsteps in the Sand
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Description
Walking...just walking...
Foreword
[CONTENTID1]
Sand
In the wind
When I asked him
Where should I go from here?
Carrying a little jar of memories, all dusty and smeared,
Stufffed full of fragmented minutes, the loose ends of days and weeks
He smiled, but did not speak a word to me, opening his arms and gesturing to the sea
Then he turned away for the last time, and runs, vanishing into a life I cannot find.
You can't stop walking forward, because tomorrow always comes
That is what he has been trying to tell me all along
There is no stopping, the moment is gone
His footprints disappear
Washed away
Leaving
Sand
(And me)
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[CONTENTID2] Waiting [/CONTENTID2]
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