My Little Black Book of Books
Saturday, May 31, 2014
A world without shoes
She was dreaming of a world without shoes,
Where the grass is blue,
And where the birds sing,
At the first stroke of evening.
A world without shoes,
Where no one could lose
Their sense of wonder
And there are no worries to ponder.
Tbc
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