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Step quietly, step quietly,

tread lighter still,

do not wake her,

with footprints shrill.


Step forth, step forth,

with thistledown toes,

footfall snow,

so nobody knows.


And when you are gone,

they will say,

and what of that girl,

did she pass this way?


© Thistledown 23.02.2014

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm