The Walk 👣


A sprinkle of snow
Crunchy footsteps 👣
Woodsy scented air
The path is prepared
Branches protect and guide
Yet, still
That corner
That bend
Could it be

The End

The flower of fear
Resides in my chest
Sprung from a seed
Planted long ago
Now swelling
Now is not a good time
To have that garden grow
Pity my penchant for keeping
Plants alive
Has finally awoken.

The path

Enjoyed by many
Chicken bean
Move your feet
It’s going to be fine.

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