My Poetry August 3, 2007

I walk barefoot on the shadows of life
Leaving my marks on people’s mind
Some broken glasses were on my way,
Crushing and breaking sounds were made,
But my barefoot would never stop leaving there marks for stories to come…
Flowers came across and went by fast hey touched my barefoot with purity
And love leaving there marks for stories to come….
My barefoot had marks over it all
Some good, some bad and some never known at all.