The feet were ready.

The feet were ready.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Did the curse of not knowing,
make my feet tremble,
or where they just
in runaway mode-
impatient, anxious;
just to go somewhere,
to escape the banality
of the mundane,
the show on knowing
that's become boring.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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I must say the feet were wise as they understood the fact soon. Other wise it takes whole life to realize it.
Beautifully presented fact, Andrew!

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

thank you bala for your words.

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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