Untitled Poem by Kenzi Clark

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These are my footprints,
So tiny and so small.
These tiny footprints
never touched the ground at all.
Not one tiny footprint,
for now I have wings.
These tiny footprints were meant
for other things.
You will hear my tiny footsteps,
in the patter of the rain.
Gentle drops like angel's tears,
of joy and not of pain.
You will see my tiny footprints,
in each butterflies' graceful dance.
I'll let you know I'm with you,
if you just give me the chance.
You will see my tiny footprints,
in the rustle of the leaves.
I will whisper names into the wind,
and call each one that grieves.
Most of all, these tiny footprints,
are found on your heart.
Because even though I'm gone now,
We will never truly part.

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Kenzi Clark

Kenzi Clark

Hot Springs, Arkansas
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