Stoney Path
I've traveled a road - barefoot
that's paved of spring stones
Feeling that occasional lush of warmth on my callused feet.
A chilling wind scales my shoulders,
reminding me that I've been walking the cold of Winter.
Bitter-sweet is the Winter sun,
tearing through the snowy clouds with igniting rays
that uncomfortably heat my cheeks.
Flushed with the embarrassment of not knowing how to proceed,
I lower my head,
hiding my love-inflicted smile,
and tread on the stoney path - barefoot
and undesirably alone?
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