Memories in White

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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.