She smiled always.
I remember when she did, Always.
And I would know nothing was right
Always.
...
Bread, a small packet
the one with the dried fruits
what do they call it?
...ah! whatever.
...
The hot sun drains me
from her well I draw afresh.
Tiny fountains spring :)
...
I like you barefoot:
Your crooked little toes
running out of shape
never fitting the shoes.
...
Take a walk now
throughthe cluttered mind of mine.
Pick up the pieces
...
The sea kisses the clouds
at the farthest end
the earth from where I stand.
...
Follow
The steps that lead the way
makes me want to follow.
The steps that follow me
makes me the leader.
The steps that follow
leaves foot prints
for others to follow.
No one getsleft behind.