every footprint left in the sand
is sacred...
as is the breeze
which sweeps it up,
leaving no trace...
besides love
whispering tales through all time
... telling of steps once taken...
The thief left it behind: the moon at my window - Ryokan
Thursday, August 21, 2008
love's whispering
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foorprints,
j,
love
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