He sees footprints moving away
As rooted he stands
Trying to get his bearings again
Dazed he looks back
Eyes parched
Drained of that last drop Of moisture
Blinking hard to register
How only one set was etched behind
In this yawning empty desert
Rings of dust undulated
Swirling around in vain
As if in a quest to decipher
What was lost, what gained......
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