Her Footsteps

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Step outside to greet the world, a cup of Joe leads you on

the wind, the grass, the sun; mouth what you've been thinking all along

her face, smooth like the lake on a windless day; and like the trees, her hair sways, ever straight, ever long

She tickles your feet in the sand; and cools your summer day down in the local pond

It's different beauty that we typify in the world

Because it's beauty only found in another world

Oliver Ambros