.
cold
stares of venal lust
rejecting pleas
from the smiley gleeful
brutal
clubfisted songs bash
communions of the polite
hard
rocks of salty thought
tossed off soft, bouncy, heads
stomping
boots of dog kicks
sweep the feet from under
Giselle toed lightfoots
and yet, forgiving softness,
despite the unforgiving nature of
hard, cold stone,
survives
and thankfully,
thrives
on cushions of fluffy grace
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Beautiful
metaflorical
lovely poetry
worth a relish
ere
we perish
thrives
on cushions of fluffy grace....WOW....
life's foot prints
we ought to trace
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