What Remains
footprints blooming
in the night remember
your blood
footfalls stained crimson
through sand, dirt,
snow, and rock
carelessly sprinkled prints
line our paths
through the broken night
untouched and untamed
even when the marks
fade to oblivion
waves washing away
mountains crushing proof
spring destroying happiness
even when we
are gone and no one
remembers us
and that giant night
is left consigned
to the book
of unrecorded majesties
the blood remains
blooming
reddening
spreading
growing
becoming
Foot prints in the sand
Yours mine maybe even Gods
We follow in hope
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