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Footprints Of Memories
Under the sun's warm embrace, I stroll,
Leaving imprints of my journey, my soul,
Come, walk with me, through deserts and seas,
Let's dance in the winds, feel the earth's gentle tease.
Golden sands whisper tales of old,
Of dreams woven in threads of gold,
Follow me, dear friend, on this path we tread,
Where memories bloom, like roses red.
Together we'll celebrate our triumphs, our joys,
In the symphony of life's sweet noise,
Hand in hand, under the vast open skies,
Let's paint the world with our laughter, our cries.
For in each step we take, a story unfolds,
Of love, of friendship, of tales untold,
So come, walk with me, let our spirits soar,
Across the golden sands, forevermore.
© Boris Chianimbong
Leaving imprints of my journey, my soul,
Come, walk with me, through deserts and seas,
Let's dance in the winds, feel the earth's gentle tease.
Golden sands whisper tales of old,
Of dreams woven in threads of gold,
Follow me, dear friend, on this path we tread,
Where memories bloom, like roses red.
Together we'll celebrate our triumphs, our joys,
In the symphony of life's sweet noise,
Hand in hand, under the vast open skies,
Let's paint the world with our laughter, our cries.
For in each step we take, a story unfolds,
Of love, of friendship, of tales untold,
So come, walk with me, let our spirits soar,
Across the golden sands, forevermore.
© Boris Chianimbong
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