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Footprints on the sands of time

I followed your trail through the ancient by lanes of my memory. I could see your footprints span across all my remembered life. I have never really trusted my memory. I forget more than I remember.

But of this I am sure, that those footprints are not from this life. These are from every life I have ever lived.

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  1. arey wah! karmic connect!
    on a serious note, I just loved the underlying thought, beautifully written :)

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