Footprints: Would you have ever thought?

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I walk barefoot, this urge I have so strong. Not because I’m naked nor poor nor in need of shoes. But because I’m curious. To feel and reconnect. From asphalt sidewalks to muddy fields of grass. A voyage through the unforeseen, that’s seen. And we all wonder, why the poor are seen.

We walk barefoot. And as the blades of grass caress our heels, the sunshine rains between our toes. I feel I know you more. Back home we dance. I witness all your life. Your past and present and what’s to come, as you sway your feet across the floor.

And in the morning, our feet cold from loneliness are touching slightly. We’ve left the world behind. We’ve left the places. We’ve left time itself. A sobering stillness melting from below. Bare feet touching anticipating another day.

No words are needed. No sounds. No smiles.  We mold our dreams from clay. Making shapes, telling stories, and painting footprints on our way.

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12 thoughts on “Footprints: Would you have ever thought?

  1. I loved this: “the blades of grass caress our heels, the sunshine rains between our toes.” I could almost feel the blades of grass underneath my foot and its toed scalded by the rain. Very beautiful post. Thank you.

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