THE A-STREET

The long twig had branches

Standing by both sides.

She had feet – small and large

Sitting, crawling, walking and running

Shinning and glowing her skin.

Their howl, blub, quack, cluck and

Façade aggravated her jumbo heart.

 

The load of dreams, outlook, prospects,

Desires, expectations and aspirations

Of the foot shinning her mind

Boggled her mind.

 

Now they are all gone

Leaving behind empty foot marks

Of failed dreams

And the stench of all

Dead desires and aspirations.

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