The cave, time and the footprints.

tracing those footprints,
leading her to a murky cavern,

She stops a moment before entering in there,
then she finally does.

walk a long long way;
just by making assumptions to where
she was being led by her instincts and her footsteps.

She could no longer see those footprints
though she could hear the thudding of those unseen feet.

That girl of 19 or 20.
looking at something.
something or nothing perhaps.
wearing a muslin shirt and a white skirt to her knees.
the end of which flew windward;
scattering her hair all over her face.

She was thinking of
people,places and time.

with neither a smile nor pain
on her face;
but just contemplations and reflections within those doe eyes.

Its windy.Time.
Its raining then.Time.
and then she has nothing to regret or be sad about.

she's grown old.too old.
crossed that cave,reached the other end.

there have been so many people.
so many incidences.
but above all there has been TIME.

Footprints of Time.