Scared? We had to leave sometime… Couldn’t stay in school forever… Want to hear a poem? Sure… Tiny scattered moments, Sprinkled on the garden of
memories. Strolling, bare foot, on them, It feels we’ve wandered too far… Now we can’t remember,
where we left our shoes. Our heels were soft
when we got here, They still feel tender. And they will remain fragile, Till those bittersweet memories, Keep tingling them. True, we’ve forgotten, Where we left our shoes… But now it seems,
we don’t need them anymore. Liked it? Did you understand it?