The sky is falling down the world turned over can't just have enough of you walking in the clouds new style shoes platforms with jumping springs sun's burning under feet instead above new feeling train hoots... from beneath this sudden caprice no longer be refused forgotten ever rapid pulse... | |||
They tried the anklet/ associate it with jingling sound/ and thus give another name to constant confinement/ now to have new style shoes/ star studded/ associate it with sparkle/ and give another name/ to lost swift & free trail feet!!!
ReplyDeleteI so so love this and have come back to read again * yur imagery your words step in the sun shining for me .. beez ;)
ReplyDeletethanks, Jyoti! You always discover new angle in my poems, new meaning I am not always see by myself! Wow!
ReplyDeleteThanks, beezknez!
ReplyDeleteYour kind words like rainbow rain on my head...