Poem.
Traces
like drops of chalk
released as drops of dew
rays as puddle
sometimes reflect the moon
now the sun’s rays.
Traces
faint wrinkles on the face
traces the footsteps of time
who rides which meteor
the distance of our lives.
Traces
which sweat of your hard work
tears in his eyes, child
flushing, burning the little hope
ash, trembling body in rags
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