@naziya
Footprints in the Wind
I walked along a quiet lane,
Where leaves would dance like drops of rain.
The earth was soft beneath my feet,
The air was young, the morning sweet.
I heard the whisper of the breeze,
Like secrets told by ancient trees.
It spoke of journeys yet to start,
Of hidden dreams within the heart.
No map was drawn, no path was known,
Yet courage grew in roots I'd sown.
For every step, though slow and kind,
Leaves footprints in the wandering wind.
And when the dusk embraced the sky,
And birds returned from learning flight,
I knew that life is made to roam—
With every road a chance for home.
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