following
footprints trod in the softest snow,
in summertime.
the road goes on
and incomplete,
on, and
on,
from your front door.
neither map
nor compass;
merely
keeping the heart’s course.
keeping
the soul’s course.
walking,
until…
Steps
following
footprints trod in the softest snow,
in summertime.
the road goes on
and incomplete,
on, and
on,
from your front door.
neither map
nor compass;
merely
keeping the heart’s course.
keeping
the soul’s course.
walking,
until…
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