Tuesday, November 26, 2024

Sand

The wind blows

Down out of the mountains

Across the sands

As I walk my footprints I see my path ahead

I see my footprints behind

I see the sands wipe them away

Like I was never here 

I look toward the sun

I scream at the sky

Scream across the desert

I was here

I had dreams

I had a life

I had a purpose 

I was me

Grains of sand

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