be ready to listen to her/him.
On a daily walk by the river,
way down by a little stream
there was this little formation
screaming to me.
I could hear a sound,
but never turned around,
I saw shadows that blinded me,
but kept on walking.
I stumbled on a piece of ice
and then I saw the little
angel laughing at me
for not paying attention to her
warnings.
I picked himself up with a
red face, took my camera from
the ground, hoping it was still
functional (and happy it did not
land in the stream) and snapped
a couple of shot at the icy angel
thanking her in silence for showing
me that I am not better than anyone
else ...
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