I am just a mortal,

I know nothing much
Of your ways,
But I can feel thy footsteps
Where I have laid a carpet of grass,
A few vines,
And pots of roses,
Watering them all by my blood,
Like flowing words of a poetic heart,

I am a mortal,
I know nothing
Of your ways,
But when the wintry night
Comes home to me
With a happy feeling,
I feel thou hath dropped somewhere
Feet thine.


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