Snow Falling in the Woods

Nothing moves.
Bodies are weightless,
The ground remains
Pure light.
And I’m stepping closer, too.
Ladders of sunlight are
Climbing down,
Clearing woods; soon
I’ll have nothing to say.
My tracks will be its whisper,
Its last word,
My snowy breath.

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