I walked around for hours looking for a poem along the side of the road the branches of the trees the leaves scattering in the wind and all I found were two blisters on the bottoms of my feet that told me to go home and look again tomorrow
I walked around for hours looking for a poem along the side of the road the branches of the trees the leaves scattering in the wind and all I found were two blisters on the bottoms of my feet that told me to go home and look again tomorrow