Streets of the city filled with snow,
There were People running bellow,
going whole day in all directions,
rear thoughts left snow traces.
Each track is other person maybe
Another second, another hour.
And if on these footsteps go
where they could bring me?
People are different, there are a lot.
in the footsteps, you can not to know.
For whom do you walk and how it will be?
Will you come far from and can get lost
traces are small and pointers deep,
for several days and thousands of years.
I want to tread on the ground so flip
dreaming they will never be erase
Footsteps
© Copyright: Макс Годунофф, 2012
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