Not a crumb….

No breadcrumbs were left

A soul could follow

Bright sunlight would melt

Faint steps in the snow

Not a wave of a hand

Nor a smile looking back

No clear trail ever made

Not a note…Not a track

Into mist

Blue smoke

No words

No one spoke

These haunting dreams

Old worn memories send..

While the clock ticks on and on

To no end…

Copyright©Murrsma2014

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