Though you move forward
You left your marks behind
You didn’t realize how prized you were
You didn’t know you’d make a difference
The precious little you had done
Was enough to move the mountain
Your footprints weren’t washed away in the rain
What you did wasn’t all in vain
Yet you seem wistful
Still unbelieving ‘twas you
Who removed the grave colours and hues
To pink from the melancholy blue
You might have moved far ahead
But your footprints linger on
You gave them the miracle of hope
The gift of a new dawn..
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