Echoes in the Sand

Echoes in the Sand

Someday the clock will stop for you

Dreams will drift to hearts still new

The things you chased, the things you held

Will pass like waves where your footsteps fled

You’re here a breath, a fleeting guest

Using things, but never truly own best

From dust to dust, the path is same

We take nothing when we leave the frame

Leave marks of love, leave threads of light

Let go of stuff, let people see your sight

What lingers on isn’t gold or stone

It’s the echoes of what you gave, and how you were known

Quote:

We leave footprints, not possessions.

Omatee Ann Marie Hansraj

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