Snowy stairs

Snowy stairs

The further on we go
the more lost we become.

No signposts up ahead
we never read them anyway.

Our path is our own
footsteps in the fresh snow.

We greet each sunset
like an old friend.

So don’t worry about us
if you think we are lost.

Not knowing where we are
is how we find our way.

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