His Footsteps and Her Yellow Garland For Her Gods

The footsteps that remain on the sand fleet away,leaving no traces of the person who once was, an impression,a memory,
Some would utter and reminisce
"he would walk this way to work, turn around and wave to her,
And she would forever wait for him,
Pick flowers in her garden to string together a yellow garland for her Gods and Their blessings,
Their protection for him to be safe,
For her to hear his swift and strong footsteps back home ,
For the bell to ring,
For having a warm meal together,
For the playful night to come,
For the happy sun to rise ,
For him to wave to her,
For her to forever wait for him,
For her to pick flowers in her garden so that she could string together a yellow garland for her Gods."
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