Not much to say . . .
Mind clouded of what to do.
And how to handle it.
When coming to choose something easy.
Walk.
Just a walk,
through a peaceful night.
Fresh snow has fallen,
Knees deep,
And I can’t help but smile.
Though,
Others are in foul moods for it.
I look at with acceptment.
Soon,
Seeing that not just the snow has been seen in kinds eyes.
Yet,
I feel that I have too.
Finding where I can be myself,
Even though at first,
I called for acceptment,
Not in wonder,
But fear,
That I wasn’t going to fit in what others did.
But that seem far from the case,
Not long later I was worried over nothing,
And try to become something better.
What really?
I don’t have a title for it.
But as the snow keeps falling and bring that small joy with it.
I will too.
Coming up with ideas to share in every step,
I take with pride.For just a walk,
Got me to do this.
Just a walk,
Give it a try sometime.
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