there are footprints in the snow.
I can see them
in the moonlight.
soft shoes, hardly a sound
was heard,
whoever was here, is gone.
no note, no pebble to a window.
no knock at any door.
just footprints in the snow
that have come,
and gone. an angel landing?
who's to know.
Monday, July 8, 2019
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