The white-walkway is vast
Near never-ending
How strange that it shows
My immediate past
& where I was going.
Footprints of sorrows?
Or is it smiles that last –
In my indents laying?
I’m sure you’ll never know
Snow-marks are but a cast.
They’re simply reflecting
Temporary shadows
When it fell, quick and fast;
Flaws went into hiding!
So new memories could grow.
Seen, for a short-while only.
