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As Endless sights are seen,an end,
for what is witnessed,
is forgotten.
Forgotten,
for that I see,
no footprints,
but footprints,
to be made.
Walking down,
on an Endless beach,
the sand gently sprays,
against my feet.
My Feet,
determined to walk,
a journey that stamps,
against,
an unfolded beach,
under the blue,
sweeping sky,
that unveils,
a wonder to the vast stars,
as the journey,
rests,
within a glare,
a glare to the unknown tomorrow.