A Silent Tale
#EmptyShoes
A pair of shoes, once worn with pride,
Now left behind, the soles have died.
Each crack and crease, a silent tale,
Of paths once walked, of journeys frail.
From child to elder, they have roamed,
Through laughter's joy and sorrow's home.
With every step, a life was traced,
In memories, they find their resting place.
They crossed...
A pair of shoes, once worn with pride,
Now left behind, the soles have died.
Each crack and crease, a silent tale,
Of paths once walked, of journeys frail.
From child to elder, they have roamed,
Through laughter's joy and sorrow's home.
With every step, a life was traced,
In memories, they find their resting place.
They crossed...