Traces of Time

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We are all traces of
each other’s
foot steps
walking on a sandy shore
or
tip toeing in a dark city lane

We are traces,
of each others
lingering shadows,
in an illusionary dream
or in a canvas of reality

We are mere
traces of each other

From the dust of freedom
flown through ages
beyond the memories
of human castle
of shackles and cages

From the time
of forgotten lands
and oasis
in desert sands
our still shadow
beautifully stands

We are traces of each other’s
Nomadic souls
sketched and repainted
To be washed away

Lost to be found
Yet
So lost again

We are mere traces
traces of time.

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