Red Shoes Back

Today I got my red shoes back
Walked bare feet across the park,
To let the sun into my roots.
Discard all that is
not made with love.
Make time to love the ones I love,
To practice love, to practice love.
Take none for granted
Be ever grateful.
Imagine those who have no homes
600 million people displaced;
Imagine the evening before
Abandoning your home
Bundles by the door, babies wrapped up
You are fleeing at dawn,
Imagine that, take none for granted
Today I got my red shoes back

I discard all that is not love.

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