There are those gentle sleepy suicidal dreams
from which you can never awaken reborn.
Embedded like soft gelled inserts
in the soul of a favorite pair of shoes,
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Fun puns in this, but I almost lost them in the lovely lyrical language. Be careful of sleeping on those sharp blades! -chuck
This poem runs like a hot knife thru butter... among the best poems i have read on PH
I absolutely love the play on soul/sole here. And you must show me where to buy those inserts. :) t x
Those rough roads we travel, those soft jelled inserts, do help - the soul! *10*! ! Best regards Ted! Friend Thad