on the wet grass
beside the park
a lone summer shoe
glitters
despite the clouds
I am late already
but the shoe calls,
begging to be slipped
onto the delicate feet
of a princess
not yet discovered
on the wet grass
beside the park
a lone summer shoe
glitters
despite the clouds
I am late already
but the shoe calls,
begging to be slipped
onto the delicate feet
of a princess
not yet discovered