Boots
- Julia
- Apr 16, 2018
- 1 min read
High-heeled boots fall heavy on matted grass
The scent of decay wafting gently on the breeze
The weeds bend and sway, the colour of glass
High-heeled boots fall heavy on matted grass
A tree whispers incessantly, a living hourglass
Pulsing like a heartbeat, rocking as it sees
High-heeled boots fall heavy on matted grass
The scent of decay wafting gently on the breeze.
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