I travel, but I stay... On endless roads I take my moments with me and their footprints remain in my heart Every step I take, a shadow of memory returns and whispers in my ear, what is lost is still alive in you π± I travel, but my heart is tied to the moments that have passed.. Like a bird that flies, but its heart still sings on the branch of the first spring morning.. Every moment there is a traveler who passes by me and my heart still misses his footsteps.. Perhaps this is the secret of travel; leaving and missing the moments that still breathe, deep in the soul... ποΈ
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