Bare, Free, Pretty

feetStop searching…
your shoes have walked in different directions
leaving your naked feet, alone
under the sky.
There is a cloud contemplating about taking the shape
of a shoe; but not of any use to you I guess
The man without legs also seem to
sympathize with your plight, probably
because he cannot share anything with you.
Talk to your feet in the language of those long walks,
across the borders, along the seashore,
to the school, chasing sunsets.
Tell them that barefoot they look prettier.
Let them forget about the shoes.
Don’t mention that word ever again.
Some loses take time to get used to,
Train your feet again, it is a long walk ahead
start slowly so they can live free and beautiful here on…
stop searching for the shoes… and move on…

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