Still sleepwalking through her life,
I wrap her up
and we go through the snow that fell all night
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I step back out, and see where my footprints turn and walk through hers, the other way—following the trail- - -Beautiful poetic lines, thanks for sharing
Christmas and snow we never had that for years..i wish it will fall this year
Quite an enigmatic poem, not too sure what to make of it which, I guess, is the whole point.