Something stirred within me,
A memory, faint as the footprints on the washed out sand
… Déjà vu
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ummmm...could it be natures timed gift... :) youth sigh.....your poem echoes from the kilimanjaro, the rockies, fujiyama, yes the Andies.....and lest i forget the ghats too loved it cheers
TO LOSE ITS IDENTITY PERHAPS... A VERY gentle poetry like a woman satisfied about herself.