Different paths, wandering line,
two lovers that destiny separates,
with cautious steps, distant glances,
leaving behind them the shadow that shelters.
In the soft breeze of that evening,
whispers of love are lost in the wind,
a distant echo of what could have been,
indelible memories, an eternal lament.
The sun hides behind gray hills,
the shadows lengthen, make themselves felt,
each footprint on the earth are soft shades,
traces of a love that cannot die.
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