Traces of me
Left in spaces where I have been
Places on tarmac
Lawns of green
Countryside picturesque
Farm land, manured
Streams and rivers
Where feelings were pure
Dazzling emptiness
That's what I know
A stroll in my own time
Footsteps in the snow
Casting my spell
Where the earth touches me
Feeling alone
But ever so free
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