
Grieving Boots
Don’t throw me
at some lonely place
to grow roots
and be bound to the soil
when you think
I’m worn and out
throw me on the road
for some poor one to find me
and adorn his bare feet
as I am meant to roam
I still have some life
I am missing all the fun
Heart touching lines 💕
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I appreciate your comment, dear.
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Wonderfully touching 💙
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Very touching poem Indira. Thank you for joining in.
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Thanks, Dear.
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You’re welcome
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Thanks, Sadje.
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Nice one. 🙂
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Thanks.
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