in the dream i was wearing the shoes,
the low, leather ones with the decorative holes.
in the field where i walked looking, scanning, searching,
but for what?
the tall plants all around, turning darker with the sun,
the soft earth right below, making puddles where i stood.
a voice not strange but not familiar, said "it's time to wear your boots".
the low, leather ones with the decorative holes.
in the field where i walked looking, scanning, searching,
but for what?
the tall plants all around, turning darker with the sun,
the soft earth right below, making puddles where i stood.
a voice not strange but not familiar, said "it's time to wear your boots".
they couldn't have known it was already too late.
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