Legacy

Legacy

Legacy

Standing right at its centre…
He looked around,
Back…
Trampled flowers,
Flattened grass,
Spiral path…

Saw endless others do their rounds,
Some, briefly met…
Others walked together for a while…
Making their own circles in the sand…

Trampled flowers,
Flattened grass…
All spiral paths…


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