Footsteps through my window,

By Evan.T.Dearhart

Wed, 29 Sep 2004
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Footsteps through my window,
A passage of ghosts.
Silent as their graves
Trees sway loud amidst the forest,
Undisturbed by life,
Its death that stalks them now.
His scythe away,
His shoes are holed,
She paces the merry track.
Awaiting a touch,
A rite to pass,
The one last stumble
Of footsteps through my window.

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