Walking in snow
I look back at footprints.
Wind arrives
Erasing the past.
Who am I now?
I wonder about this life.
Will this be it?
How will I know when it’s okay to be satisfied?

Walking in snow
I look back at footprints.
Wind arrives
Erasing the past.
Who am I now?
I wonder about this life.
Will this be it?
How will I know when it’s okay to be satisfied?
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