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Walking down
These snow covered paths
Foot prints lead the way
Into the unknown
Were everyone goes
At least once a day

Our lives not mapped out
Although we wish they were
To live it up
I do concur
Is the best way.
Her bare feet slapped against the pavement.
Tulle skirt stuck to her sweaty thighs.
The first drop fell.
Rain came that day.

Arms outstretched, she started to twirl.
Until the footsteps came near.
Out of time with the thunder claps and bursts of light.
She stopped and stared.

He was there.
Drenched in the rain.
Watching.
She laughed and pulled him to dance with her.

— The End —