Walk In My Sandals
there were
words
painting images
at the back of my head
and everyday
I plucked them out
to share, yet
I couldn’t find you
neither your shadow
that I departed for the desert
and took refuge
in the shivers
of my sandals
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2009
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