Once upon a time, lives an old shoe,
With tales untold and words askew,
It whispers softly, night and day,
"Come play with me, won't you stay?"
Meet the riddle of the sock, lost without its pair,
Two-layered mysteries, hidden there.
"I am not a bird, but I can fly," says the shoe,
"Look inside, guess who's true."
Did you hear the silent giggles?
The shadows telling twilight dribbles?
In the dust, there's magic found,
In twinkling stars that dance around.
Whispers of the NightCurious Objects
Drift Away on Dreams