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A single slipper sways by a string
From a branch in a gentle forest
Pieces of moments left behind
As evidence of the traveled soil before me
Visions of a woman throwing her shoe in play
Or a man catching an adventurous climber
As she falls from the tree
Being sadly parted from her shoe
Possible slivers of ripped away innocence
Like something taken without permission
One never knows what the future or past truly holds
In fear of which fate may linger around the next bend
I sometimes wonder
The day I come upon something quite rare
Will my curiosity fall when needed or peak to my passing?
-- V.L. Gonzalez
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