Tentative steps echo among the concrete slabs. March! Flowing among the days as they triple around you. Add the weight of movement as the moments flow. March! A month of uncertainty. 31 steps to March is a long space to span. Only a 1/3 of the way there.
Hey Carlos! I like this poem! Keep up the good work.
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