Footprints

It was the most beautiful death!

He kissed my wounds once,
Made me believe his love in tons.
I needed his hand, and I knew that he can.

He pulled me out, and made me stand
All what I could see was his footprints on sand
I felt no loss, I needed no gain

But after one cure, he never came again!

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