Tracing our Foot-path

by Colly


I am your ease. I am your strain.

I am your joy. I am your pain.

I am your meadow, in yellow.

I am your emerald, in spring.

I am your poet, your poetess.

Fluid word’s expressed

with finesse.

I am your seize-less


replayed in poetic form.


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