All that’s left are little shadows
Whispers of small laughs
And echoes of tiny footprints
Little shadows, dark but pure
Made of light and only visible in silence.
Forever nearly nonexistent
Except in memories.
Memories of when little shadows
Were hinged onto little feet
That used to pitter-pat with life.
Whispers of small laughs
And echoes of tiny footprints
Little shadows, dark but pure
Made of light and only visible in silence.
Forever nearly nonexistent
Except in memories.
Memories of when little shadows
Were hinged onto little feet
That used to pitter-pat with life.
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