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Footprints
Written by Rick Swank   

 

One night I dreamed
vivid as life
and there were footprints.

Sand and waves,
sounds in the distance.

And something  in the distance.
The figure said nothing
as I followed the footprints.

recalling past events,
Some sad, some happy

I caught the figure,
white everywhere
and a most magnificent music.

The figure never spoke.
I know who you are, I said,

And awoke in happiness,
the greatest moment
alive in heaven.

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