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| The Sunday Muse - photo prompt |
my shoes are worn from the journey
I often wonder has it been worthy
my soles burn from a heavy heart
barefoot, I dream of a new start
shoe-less, my toes dig in mossy fields
in green meadows, wildflowers yield
traveling roads, filled with dark parts
barefoot, I dream of a new start
my soles, cool touching the earth
exfoliating debris, feeling rebirth
spring's renewal, a work of art
barefoot, I dream of a new start
"Spring is when you feel like whistling, even with a shoe full of slush"
Doug Larson
linking with the The Sunday Muse