Under My Bare Feet

April 20, 2009
The road does not end,
but rather begins
under my feet.

It is not defined,
there are no lines
under my feet.

It goes everywhere,
and nowhere
under my feet.

It rises and falls,
it winds and it calls
under my feet.

The road captures time,
memories horrid, sublime
under my feet.

The Earth is the road,
as I am told,
under my bare feet.

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Kirstyn B. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 6, 2009 at 3:07 am
Sarah K. said...
May 1, 2009 at 2:10 am
I love it!!
Seriously, awesome stuff. I can't rhyme for my life, so well done.
Armando J. said...
Apr. 30, 2009 at 3:36 pm
wow. get back to me please. I'll hola
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