A Pair Of Shoes
A pair of shoes in the mud,
A pair of shoes left alone.
Their owner had forgotten
About the shoes in the mud.
The pair of shoes still being worn
A pair of shoes, still warm.
Their owner could not tell
That the shoes were still being worn.
The pair of shoes that's been left
A pair of beige or camouflage.
Tied so carefully,
The owner not knowing they wouldn't come home.
A pair of shoes on a soldier
A pair of shoes so mighty
The family in mourning
A pair of shoes on a casualty.
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Twirling Combat
Delicate, Dainty
Perhaps really pink
Twirling, dancing
It's not what you think
Criss-cross, criss-cross,
Lacing the shoes
Explosion, falling,
Wearing the blues
Wham, Red flies,
Maybe a stage
They're dropping, we're losing,
Turn the script's page.
Perhaps a dancer
Such beauty, such grace.
Maybe a soldier,
Tears on your face.
Death or Beauty
Who draws the line?
Most important is
Which is mine?
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Sorry for being super sad...
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Life Through A Seaglass Lens
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