My worn out shoesholds many memoriesEmbedded and buriedDeep within its weary sole Witness and participantIn those resolute and thoughtful stepsOf the many tough treksAnd some easy strolls Scrapping the groundRaising the dustTo propel me forwardto play my rightful role It lays tatteredWounded and batteredWith Splayed stitchesAnd some ghastly holes Yet comfortableIn a neat fitMoulding andContinue reading “My worn out Shoes”
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I met Bliss
In my mindCame a Worrying thoughtI said helloIt said hello tooIt stayed an uncomfortable minuteThen started to moveI let it goMy mind was emptyQuietly waitingFor the happy thoughtWhich was a bit lateI waitedIn silenceAndIn that silenceI met bliss
My Tales Within 