The old shoes #poem

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The old shoes


(Ashes) from the heart glide

on shoes the specks (of time),

old shoes remind us (our) moments’ past,

so glued together (melodies) that they never rust

and neither do our souls – eternity’s (dance) in the old shoes!


(Ashes of time, our melodies dance in the old shoes!)

Thursday, August 03, 2017  🙂

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