Whenever he climbs up the singing mountain
As same as while his descending,
He hear some gentle foot steps behind him
And he looks around but sees nobody; This skinny wayfarer thinks
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Once again, very profound. And very sad. Shadow footsteps. At least the pilgrim has company. Enigmatic. Warm regards, Sandra
Gentle irony pervades this pensive poem about those who strive for something beyond the ordinary and become lost in the process of their pilgrimage. I like the use of the word 'gentle' to describe the illusive footsteps of the pilgrim's unseen companion. Sandra's right. This one is definitely enigmatic. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥