Subsidence of echoes, the far smile of your eyes.
Clutching slabs of memories, eroded by the winds.
One step after the other.
When the salt will seal the wheels of history
and this infinite ribbon will become ocean and tides, walking my soul.
One step within the other.
Still, a silent note will challenge the eternal recurrence.
There, where the time ends, me and you together.
Dedicated to Mrs. F3nix
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