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By Walking Contradiction Date: 2002 May 04 Comment on this Work [[2002.05.04.07.16.32099]] |
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Today I followed footsteps up the muddy path, behind the gardens, Do you remember that path? The trees hang down even futher now, the weeping willow touches your feet, It's beautiful. They were in full fall colours as you liked to say; utterly autumn to us English gals, You laughed at that. The footsteps weren't like yours, You're feet were small for a man's, these were large, And you always wore hideous trainers. You used to where silly disney socks, and underwear too, you showed them to me more than once, With a pride that made me smile. You never wore anything but beige coloured combats, you cursed at the mud from that path as we walked, It had been raining the day before. You told me it was silly to walk this way, but I tried to make you see the beauty, You didn't. I still walk this way and think of you, and the footsteps we made, and the mud you took with you, And I see the beauty. The beauty of you is in everything here, The beauty of me left with that mud, The beauty of me left with you. |