Aug 2016
Soles hang,
Souls hang
Amongst the green.
They dangle, pleading of acknowledgment.
They twirl in their places,
Connected by their laces.
Countless but clear.
The shoe tree whispers "we were here"
Souls hang
Amongst the green.
They dangle, pleading of acknowledgment.
They twirl in their places,
Connected by their laces.
Countless but clear.
The shoe tree whispers "we were here"
