Footprints

Time has scattered
like the deserts.

Dry hours pass over
forgotten sands,
the disordered form
of abandoned love.

Broken arrows cast their
heads to the ground.

Tired sunlight hangs
heavy in cold skies.

Time has scattered
like the deserts.

footprints

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