Dust kisses your feet and determines your will to journey 

There isn’t a path in sight but urges you to move ahead with belief

That soft massage on the soles somehow rejuvenates the feet

Meanwhile, the eyes have wandered and surveyed the surroundings

A heart prays in silence to seek permission from the soul

Wind unsettles the dust and magically creates a trail through time

This isn’t a surrender but a journey toward new adventures


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