He bought her sandals.
The best ones she ever had.
They were hers and
she loved them.
She was the barefoot
kind of girl.
It came to her
that he had laid a path
for her to tread upon
by gifting her with shoes..
It was up to her
to take the first step.
And to keep walking.
On land
Across the sky
And through the mind.
Keep walking
until the time comes
to stand still again.
To take off the sandals
and feel grass underfoot.
May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 2:32 AM UTC
He bought her sandals.
The best ones she ever had.
They were hers and
she loved them.
She was the barefoot
kind of girl.
It came to her
that he had laid a path
for her to tread upon
by gifting her with shoes..
It was up to her
to take the first step.
And to keep walking.
On land
Across the sky
And through the mind.
Keep walking
until the time comes
to stand still again.
To take off the sandals
and feel grass underfoot.
I forgot my broken sandals at the home of somebody special and he bought me a new pair.
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