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A layer of ice
Distorts steps, awaiting snow
Move backwards in cold
A well-travelled path
Still familiar, but strange
The dirt rearranged
A prayer to the wind
To find balance, move forward
On a centered breeze
Let new steps be burned
By fortune and well-placed rays
Of sunlight ahead.
About the Creator
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