I am a sidewalk
one upon whom your
feet dragged heavy and
wet and tired
and I wonder where you
are going
and where you're coming
from
I look up constantly and
am tired of soles and legs and
panties and dropped coins
and litter
and indifference
Too many people, too few dogs
and cats and some rats at night
But you are
different. You wear no shoes and
your little feet are cold and
so delicate
and in your wake you are painting
me with a trail of blood
you are not in the mood to
receive compliments, I know. But
I'll say it anyway. You are beautiful
I hope he never catches you
I wish there was
something I could do
about it
I sometimes wonder whether the so-called inanimate objects are true to their apparent natures. Maybe they can see and hear all. A lovely piece of writing. 🙂
A kind, clever and delicate dream of a way to wander upon… I greatly admire your writing skills Bogdan… deeply moving… tears when I first read it… the way it is imbued with compassion… but it is also very cleverly crafted and with a painter’s eye… I love your tender poems… and on others too, the noir humour makes me smile, or the transcendental experience makes me linger awhile… though I don’t always comment on them… hard to find the words sometimes… thanks for sharing them with us all.
Nice piece💛
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Thank you! (˃́ᗜ˂̀๑)
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Great writing!
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ʕっ• ᴥ • ʔっ Thank you!
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Thank you!
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( ^◡^)っ ♡
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Love your writings and your unique designs!
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Aw, thank you very much! (◍•ᴗ•◍)
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The sidewalk so to speak is always taken for granted.
Then, someone refreshing comes along who is not so harsh, inconsiderate, and taking the ground that supports them for granted.
That is just my own personal prospective from what I read.
It is a lovely anecdote.
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It’s a lovely interpretation. Thanks!
(´,,•ω•,,)♡
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Tender and true. Love your writing!
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Thank you! ( o˘◡˘o)
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ヽ༼ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° ༽ ノ
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I sometimes wonder whether the so-called inanimate objects are true to their apparent natures. Maybe they can see and hear all. A lovely piece of writing. 🙂
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Oh, if that’s the case then they can also judge us…
(^・o・^)ノ”
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Great piece✅
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Thanks! (^_^)
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A kind, clever and delicate dream of a way to wander upon… I greatly admire your writing skills Bogdan… deeply moving… tears when I first read it… the way it is imbued with compassion… but it is also very cleverly crafted and with a painter’s eye… I love your tender poems… and on others too, the noir humour makes me smile, or the transcendental experience makes me linger awhile… though I don’t always comment on them… hard to find the words sometimes… thanks for sharing them with us all.
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(ง^ᗜ^)ง Thank you for reading, Lia!
That means A LOT •ᴗ•
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((>D)) 〈(⁎→‿ฺ←)ノ・:*☆
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wow, what a wonderful piece!!! 💖💖
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(~‾▿‾)~ Oh, thank you very much, Cindy!
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You’re so welcome!! 💖👏👏👏👏
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Following👍👍
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oh yayyy thank you🙏
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Oh yayyy thank You 😉😘🙏
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There IS something you can do about it, Mr. Dragos. Keep writing about it! Let us know so we can help.
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Oh, that’s the best advice ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ
Will do that for sure :))
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