Those footsteps went,
Around my house.
They went in cicles,
And I did wonder.
Where they came from,
And where they left.
It seemed a story,
To be considered.
But I couldn't see them,
Only feel them.
They had a gentleness to them.
I wanted to walk on them.
Seems when I walked on them,
They gave me random direction.
These steps remained,
A story untold.
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