He recalled the first time he saw her
Dressed up in pink ribbons and lace
No she wasn't the fairest of damsels
Looking shy and so out of place
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~ FOOTSTEPS IN THE SNOW ~
They were big much bigger than mine
deep and wide many years ago
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There's a subtle sound falling on my ears;
I feel it's breath as it speaks.
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Her face was framed before me
by golden locks of curls
The sun smiled down
and kissed the cheeks
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She sits alone in the silence, lost in her book.
This is how she spends her time, has for so long.
In the pages of books, she finds her life.
Not here, not in this dusty, nowhere place she was birthed to.
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All is quiet around me
Reflecting in the silence
The stillness begins to speak
I'm lost in the memories
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A shadow falls across the land,
like the stretching of a hand.
Large and strong, thick and wide,
crushing souls down deep inside.
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