This one pair of shoes
represents a world of past
Don't throw them away.
Ever so softly
Lightly tripping, dancing on,
The flames grow higher.
Dust and ashes, we
Lost among the rubble stones,
Finally humbled.
Laugh and play! Stay young!
If I could offer shelter
from the world, I would.
Clean and white paper
I write, I scribble it out.
The paper is soiled.
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