In sands of time, your footprint lingers still,
Tracing paths where once your essence flowed,
In silent tales of the journeys once bestowed.
Each print a tale of steps unknown,
Of dreams awakened, and memories sown,
Etched upon the earth, a fleeting sign,
Of fleeting moments, yours and mine.
Yet sands may shift, and winds may blow,
Erasing traces, as seasons flow,
But in the heart, your footprint gleams,
A testament to hopes and dreams.
For every step you dared to tread,
In the tapestry where life is spread,
In the footprint that you leave, so pure.
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Isra
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