<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472850" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Boots</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I got out of bed this morning<br>a pair of boots stood on the stairs.<br>I don’t know to whom they belonged <br>or how they happened to be there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The black boots looked large and heavy, <br>slightly worn, so not new or old.<br>The laces were long and tucked inside<br>and the tongue had a forward fold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They looked really soft and comfortable, <br>and I couldn’t resist trying them on.<br>They slipped onto my feet oh so easily, <br>and in an instant I was up and gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I couldn’t do anything to stop them, <br>they had taken control of me.<br>I ran all through the day and night, <br>with no breakfast, dinner or tea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was totally exhausted and tired, <br>and was running in my sleep.<br>I awoke running along a forest path<br>and then up a hill so steep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I could hear the sound of water<br>and ran down the riverbank.<br>The water wasn’t going to give way, <br>so I very quickly sank.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As I continued along the pebbly bottom<br>I very quickly ran out of breath.<br>My feet came out of the sodden boots<br>and I swam from the water’s depth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I suppose those boots are still running<br>and they’re probably now out at sea.<br>I know that I’ll never again try on boots<br>that don’t belong to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Orlando+Belo">Orlando Belo</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472850" data-title="Boots de Orlando Belo" data-description="When I got out of bed this morning a pair of boots stood on the stairs. I don’t know to whom they belonged or how they happened to be there. The black boots looked large and heavy, slightly worn, so not new or old. The laces were long and tuc..."></div> </div> </div>

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