To every spoken word,
my ears listen
very attentively.
Every printed word,
my eyes read
very slowly.
My fingers quickly press
the unknown word
into my phone’s
friendly German dictionary.
The word is now mine.
It is new no more.
My eyes and ears
are wide open.
Eyes and ears wide open
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Steps in the fresh snow.
No footprints to track.
Except yours…
Taking a look backward.
Snow everywhere around you and forward:
Draw your path: you got a pair of compasses !
My personal poet is back! I love every word