Bare-foot

Do you see
as you write
or is fear
that steals your might

do raindrops fall
yet to behold
a sudden drown
as slowly you go down

do silly things
evolve
for ever
a want to resolve


do plants of gardens
leave you
a stranger in the day
come lets cook

and swing into our day


do mine-ute special things
leave you again
in wonderment
leaving only
a cherished lament


being wrapped up warm
sox upon those toes
for whom ever

heaven knows
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jun 2013
About this poem:
just could of kept writing.

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kidmenot
this is great...I really enjoyed it.
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