The Walk
No one will know that my boot has hit this ground
But maybe inhabitants 10,000 years from now
Will marvel at what they found.
No one will know that my boot has touched this ground.
For silence was its legacy
the wind is the only sound
carrying my silence...
to the one who writes it all down
Just one knows my foot has caressed this ground
Hope for now
Known when the work is done.
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