Shoes AliveA Poem by Alfred Kukitz11DShoes Alive Close to weather Seas summons the arc of my thought Clouds encapsulate the veer of my ways I host the first article of happiness Second the tears as drops of rain I'm home in the hills of my memory gathering a smile as if it were my last day. I can feel my feet surrendering to sunshine The arctic breeze miles away If cold would capture my spirit I'll fly over its wave If you could see me now a child like grin on my muse and the weather living in my shoes. © 2016 Alfred KukitzReviews
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10 Reviews Added on December 20, 2016 Last Updated on December 20, 2016 AuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more.. |

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