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Dirty footsteps vanished in stormy night

Created on chest of cruel desert

Gone with the wind of change in a blink of eye

Emptiness of steps is filled with ever changing dust of time

The relentless time, the unforgiving time, the time

The moving maestro ..

 

 

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  1. prashant shah says

    well said…….