The Morning Walks with Golden Feet

The morning walks
her feet golden
painted they say
or is it sandals of some golden thing?

The morning walks
he peacefully strolls
with lullabies in mouths
are they too made of gold?

The morning walks
ether is red
crazed blue
and sheets gray

The morning walks
disease borne
puffy cheeks
and sterile shores

The morning walks
|her heels with pride
as lightning emits
that great soar

The morning walks
of fictional beings
no gray asylum
hold him barred

The morning walks
with watery feet
no colour subscribed
only the freedom in feet…


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