the secret life of boots — unbolt me

a tired boot lies on the sill hangs out its tongue like an old dhole snores and twitches a dirty sole with a dried-on daffodil it dreams of untrodden routes long forest walks, steep mountain trails and how it tells bedtime tall tales to gaped-in-awe puppy-boots by TETIANA ALEKSINA © All rights reserved 2018

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