S AVA G E W I N D
FOOTPRINTS
I remember you
Silently you had burned
Into memory,
Scars of memory…
This evening
Slowly growing into night…
Syllables of love
No longer different from
The syllables of stone
Endless passion,
Wounds of arrogance
Often remember you
Gently dancing
Fragrance of musk in your sweat
Smell of dust
Wild laughter in the rain,
Strange laughter in the wind…
Silently you gave in to my innocence
We lost our way…
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