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.