Tiny, tenuous steps along the sand--
grains undisturbed by their gentle passing
grains undisturbed by their gentle passing
A delicate, endearing nervousness--
and yet an effortless lightness and grace
and yet an effortless lightness and grace
If one's heart could move like this all the time...
Maybe it will find its way after all.
Maybe it will find its way after all.
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