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An empty street lined with dim iron lamps Snowflakes fall gently in a graceful dance Empty of life, the pavement gives way To the wand'ring flakes by the breeze led astray Tracks left unbidden in the new fallen snow Look back on a path that is best walked alone Behind only memory, innocence, dreams With the future ahead in an uneasy sheen The only sound heard is the whispering flakes When weary feet stop and heavy heart aches Drawn to the sky, the eyes strain to see The flakes falling slowly, dark night between. Thoughts fall away, replaced by awe Memories forgotten as beauty soon draws Deep pain and fear of days now past And lays them behind on the empty street's path.
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Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 2:53 AM UTC
Falling Slowly
An empty street lined with dim iron lamps Snowflakes fall gently in a graceful dance Empty of life, the pavement gives way To the wand'ring flakes by the breeze led astray Tracks left unbidden in the new fallen snow Look back on a path that is best walked alone Behind only memory, innocence, dreams With the future ahead in an uneasy sheen The only sound heard is the whispering flakes When weary feet stop and heavy heart aches Drawn to the sky, the eyes strain to see The flakes falling slowly, dark night between. Thoughts fall away, replaced by awe Memories forgotten as beauty soon draws Deep pain and fear of days now past And lays them behind on the empty street's path.
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Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 2:53 AM UTC
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