Your loving-I wish you knew that it was this sweet
It came in strong and blew me off my feet
My sandals scattered and went each way
And now I'm without them, hoping to find them one day
I'm walking across these hot sands which scorch my toes
I guess that they went the way that the breeze blows
So I will go on my way down this narrow street
And I'll just wander along in my bare-feet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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