Image

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I thought to return
And lift my foot-prints

Left on the sands

Of the bank of a river

But when I

Turned back and looked

The winds lifted

the foot-prints on their own.

Now I convince myself

That all winds are

Not of our enemies

Who come to destroy

our image.

In reality,

The image created

on the sands of our pride

is destroyed by our own self.