Tuesday, March 26, 2019

The journey continued

She left her prints through out
Some on the heart
Some on the mind
But only few could feel it in their soul
She was long forgotten
The imprints made them remember her again
Some remembered her with a smile
Some with a twinkle
Some with a laugh
The deepest one where she was remembered with tears in their eyes
Imprints, footprints, impressions
Some left on the heart ...
some on the soul
That’s what was left in the end
The journey continued 

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