
Winds to be reckoned with
do more than make waves;
all evidence of human existence
is entirely without-trace erased.
Reset is the playing field.
Wiped clean, the slate.
Denied are the attempts
to leave any more prints.
The only impressions saved
are those upon the heart.
Is your legacy of love
enough to advance
to the next
start?

Poem and images ©LauraDenise
Beautiful!
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Hi Laura, your article really touched my heart. I feel there is something that represents my feelings, thank you for sharing. have a good day 🙂
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