My little red boots.
Together
we strode along,
toe tapping,
feet dancing.
Peering back into
times of
Rapture and radiance -
Sinking into colours of bright days
I remember bold voices.
My little red boots.
Our memories of friendship
My little red boots.
And though you are no longer
Leading in vanity,
our shared days
will remain treasured,
Knowing that
in every adventure
We were as one.
My little red boots.
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