FootprintsUnpleasant memoriesof footprints ingenuously left behindin the sand, blown away by now.I remember a new track in the snowbut it has melted away- merely my own reflection lingers in the water.Careful footsteps on liquid cementa tough pathI hope, I won't be stuck.But then you smile from afarYou know, I'm on my wayand behind me, the cement dries in the warm sun of spring...
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