This morning on my walk I heard footsteps behind me…which in itself is rare…Rarer still, when I turned around…there was no-one standing there.
When I resumed my waking, sure enough, I'd hear footfalls behind me drop…and when I stopped to listen…the footsteps also stopped.
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A fab sensational suspenseful intrigue, now im wondering which guardian angel you meant exactly. Kudos for a superb poem. Plz do read and comment my newest poem too titled, 'A recount..of pandemic lockdowns worldwide. '