Soft Soles
I'd grin upon the morn,
but fear the pain of night's left me worn.Incongruent question,
no room left for hope's inquisition.Roads be barely trodden,
aches reveal a bright soul so sodden.Such soft soles of the feet,
she's never traveled far from pain street.
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The Dragon Became a Modern Poetaster
PoetryPoetry is a dance of words, a guise of flesh, and a reprise of thought. The myths of old are forgotten on modern tongues. Such adventurous spirits seek new vessels - fresh words to don and call their own. We shall write them home, you and I. Let the...
Soft Soles
Soft Soles
I'd grin upon the morn,
but fear the pain of night's left me worn.Incongruent question,
no room left for hope's inquisition.Roads be barely trodden,
aches reveal a bright soul so sodden.Such soft soles of the feet,
she's never traveled far from pain street.