#EmptyShoes
The sound of empty shoes, a quiet song,
A whisper in the breeze, where they belong.
Each step once echoed, now soft and still,
A rhythm of memories, yet time won't fill.
They dance no more upon the ground,
But leave their mark without a sound.
A hollow beat, yet full of grace,
A silent journey, an empty space.
In the pause between the past and now,
The shoes stand empty, yet somehow,
They hold the stories, untold, unseen,
Of paths once walked and places dreamed.
For in their silence, a message true,
That emptiness can bring something new—
A space to grow, to learn, to choose,
The quiet strength of empty shoes.
The sound of empty shoes, a soft refrain,
Like distant thunder before the rain.
They no longer tread the busy streets,
But carry whispers in their beats.
Each lace once pulled, each heel once worn,
Now sits untouched, yet never torn.
They hold the echoes of what’s passed,
A reminder that nothing’s built to last.
But in their stillness, there’s a power,
A moment’s grace, a quiet hour.
For even empty, they leave their trace,
A legacy of time and place.
The silence speaks in ways so deep,
Of journeys taken, secrets kept.
They've danced in joy, they've walked in pain,
And left their mark in every lane.
The sound of empty shoes, a gentle sigh,
A story lingering, reaching for the sky.
They once moved swiftly, with purpose bright,
Now paused in stillness, casting light.
In the softest step, there’s wisdom deep,
A rhythm that doesn’t rush or leap.
They show us how to pause and wait,
To appreciate the quiet state.
The soles, though worn, have tales to tell,
Of paths unknown, where spirits dwell.
Each crack, each crease, each gentle bend,
Speaks of journeys that never end.
The emptiness they leave behind,
Is not a loss, but peace of mind.
For in the pause, we learn to breathe,
And in the quiet, we find reprieve.
They whisper of courage, of journeys untold,
Of paths ahead and futures bold.
The sound of empty shoes, though light,
Holds the promise of endless flight.
And so, they rest, but...