TREAD
Flat stones
leading nowhere
footprints
invisible
But they existed
and tread
the very same
hallowed ground
You walk
and stop
and ponder
As they did
and those
before them
Treads untraceable
their stories hidden
in the folds of time
Did their loved ones
yearn to hear
their story
as much as I do now
Pathways overgrown
with time and neglect
but treasures lie
at the end of the trail
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26 July 2018
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Honestly,
Doghaus
