The shores of time, the cosmic coast,
and the grains of sand, their shadows will cast
the footsteps of my life, and of my past.
If from the future my gaze does part,
I'll not be able to see my start.
Looking back from where I stand,
I'll not see footsteps in the sand.
They will be gone, for nothing can save
them from the tides of the wave
or from the gust of the wind.
Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 12:15 PM UTC
The shores of time, the cosmic coast,
and the grains of sand, their shadows will cast
the footsteps of my life, and of my past.
If from the future my gaze does part,
I'll not be able to see my start.
Looking back from where I stand,
I'll not see footsteps in the sand.
They will be gone, for nothing can save
them from the tides of the wave
or from the gust of the wind.
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