The walk

Beware of the empty air
As the mind begins to open
And the thoughts begin to scare
All of the empty hoping
As the foot begins to fall
And the gressive crunching of snow
Of the long forest hall
Long and far , with nothing i know
Shoe Prints following nothing but wind
Of the man knowing nothing but sin

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