With My Sole

crunchy with the dirt of a thousand miles
flap-tack-tack with each step
stuffed with faux leather
chewed, scraped, scratched
treading softly on young strawberries
leaving behind a river of footprints
marking foreign lands with my sole
indenting the Earth
wandering to new places
beyond the unknown

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