Countless generations walked here
ever since humanity dawned on this planet.
Some honoured, but many obscure –
like flowers that bloom in the wilderness
without an eye to adore their beauty!
On the sands of time,
they all left their footprints… but
with their swift sweeps, the sea waves
wiped them to oblivion.
But the grains of sand revere
all the feet that ever kissed them.
With great awe, they treasure in their souls
their footprints, celebrate
humanity’s sojourn on this planet!
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 3:51 AM UTC
Countless generations walked here
ever since humanity dawned on this planet.
Some honoured, but many obscure –
like flowers that bloom in the wilderness
without an eye to adore their beauty!
On the sands of time,
they all left their footprints… but
with their swift sweeps, the sea waves
wiped them to oblivion.
But the grains of sand revere
all the feet that ever kissed them.
With great awe, they treasure in their souls
their footprints, celebrate
humanity’s sojourn on this planet!
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