I must take a suitcase
Big enough to contain my shirt of loneliness
And walk in a direction
Where epic-singing trees can be seen;
Towards the vast wordless expanse which keeps calling me.
Someone called me again: Niny!,
Where are my shoes?
I must go today?!?
Go listen to those epic-singing trees. Go into that vast wordless expanse which has so much to show you. You can always come back periodically to hug that person you love at home who is looking for her shoes.
Reply:Well, go then, if going is so much desired.
Reply:is that a poem? it's good..but then, it could be a song..much better that way..
Reply:Shoes of hope, something better, something maybe good?
Or
Shoes of terror, something scarry, something unwanted?
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