Life is the echo of steps
Every moment harbors unrest
Like the sharpened cuts of open air
Consuming you until you are bare
Yet wind isn’t always unforgiving
At times it can feel like true reliving:
A story untold
A moment to behold
A chilling cold sweeps
But so can the summer breeze
A fleeting graze weeps
But so can the teary wheeze
Life is the echo of steps
Every moment harbors unrest
Yet by a change of timing
Slowness comes with chiming
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