I hear my Barefoot humble song;
'Thank you dear and it's of course a pleasant journey.
The grass whisper beautiful things to comfort the sole burns
But we infer that only a brief picnic and you are not a Grasshopper
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But still you seem to have strength for the poetic jouney. Excellent write, Nimal. Warm regards, Sandra
You share a little of the struggle of the writer and the dispossessed in this fine conversation between the bare feet and the grass. Your grasshopper adds a bitter/sweet flavor to this fascinating poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥