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Your footsteps come with the spring
The melting brooks over pavement,
The dancing leaves
My heart listens, softly;
it does not linger.
Perhaps, the wind whispers, after you,
"Thank you for passing."
You had asked me to listen to the footsteps of people passing by, and notice how I cannot hold onto the sound. I think this is what you meant. 
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TrulyTuyet Featured By Owner May 9, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
I consider myself quite aware of my surroundings but your poem makes me question my awareness even more. Love this!
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littlecloudflower Featured By Owner May 9, 2014  Student Writer
Thank you very much! :) It's always amazing to suddenly be aware in our busy lives. 
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TrulyTuyet Featured By Owner May 9, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
You're very welcome! :aww: It definitely is. Even being aware of the littlest thing can brighten your day. =)
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wildicebell Featured By Owner Feb 27, 2014
"listen to the sound of footsteps of people passing by"
 damn, that's romantic :D
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littlecloudflower Featured By Owner Feb 28, 2014  Student Writer
Haha <3 That it is~
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