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The footsteps of youth

author:Moonlight reverie poem

The wind whistled

Reaching out to catch the passing wind, it slipped recklessly between his fingers

walk

The pair flowed quietly

Reach out

Want to capture the flow of moments

It slowly flowed through his fingers

The time slowly turned

Want to keep the good times

It quietly escaped from the palm of its hand

Helpless! Helpless

Time slips away like the wind

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