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Falling Footsteps

I here you softly approaching
I know that you are home
Your gate is one I've memorized
Carefree, so nice and slow

Up the wooden stairs you step
Your hand reaching for the door
Your hard days work is at an end
Like so many days have passed before

I listen to your falling footsteps
As you walk down the hall to me
My breath catches, I open my eyes
I realize it was just a dream

~THE FLOWING PEN~
8-2-04





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Falling Footsteps