Ode to my poor foot

Someone sent me a short poem for my injured feet. Some found it funny, some found it silly. I find it sweet. :)

Along with your feet goes the wonder

of nacre, in a ridiculous narrowness,

and where your feet go whiteness goes,

a dog sowing anklets of jasmine.



At your feet, as much foam as shore,

sand and sea reach me, and ebb from me,

and I try to enter the sheepfold of your sole.


bye pilay :P


there goes a hint, i'm really quite easy to please. you should know what to do by now.