In the year 2025
It came and gone
Leaving memories
Leaving behind loved ones
The immediate family members
A few didn't make the cut
They fell on sickness
Left their world in silence
They became my footprints
Living in memories of each of them
The words and gestures and smiles
Like the whispers from the wind
We all understand
Life is like the morning dews
It can dry up and blow away
Leaving a space for the eyes to recall
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