“When I walk without my feet/And focus, instead, on blades of grass/Finding faces in the trees/and breathing in the poetry/ And after long, my feet return/Jealous, perhaps, or lonely without me/And I see I need them too/And we walk home. #pop#rock#Goodbye TIMJ http://www.letsloop.com/Nunnally”
When I walk without my feet/And focus, instead, on blades of grass/Finding faces in the trees/and breathing in the poetry/ And after long, my feet return/Jealous, perhaps, or lonely without me/And I see I need them too/And we walk home. #pop#rock#Goodbye TIMJ http://www.letsloop.com/Nunnally
When I walk without my feet/And focus, instead, on blades of grass/Finding faces in the trees/and breathing in the poetry/ And after long, my feet return/Jealous, perhaps, or lonely without me/And I see I need them too/And we walk home. #pop#rock#poem#poetry 3