To walk across these white diamonds,
To tread where none else have trod,
Seems akin to a sin
In these humble eyes.
My browned, blackening footsteps
Disrupt the gentle and near magical
Array of crystals over
The easy slope.
But 'tis no matter.
As I walk along
Diamonds still fall en masse
To diligently erase my trace.
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