Blue clogs sit absently by the door
Watching now for the garden glory
From the inside window
Not going out much lately
They remember running towards
Horses, life, the sun
And a man full of adventures
The woman who wears them
Only occasionally ventures now
Since the man is no more
Her wandering is done
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Author:
Lorna (
Offline) - Published: August 25th, 2025 05:59
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
A most interesting title and colorful as well. Nicely metaphoric
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