Feet under sheet

Everything’s already on the floor
And life’s to ask for passage
Always cleaned place, organized
demonstrates there’s no living people on it

People wants spreaded books
full bookshelf and kept stockings...
Bare-footed feet under sheets
Twisting themselves asking for affection...
Just as walking with given hands
But leaving them free,
to touch the stars...

Between a dream and another
I go organizing the landscapes
Oh, life! How lucky I am
for having four feet in my bed!

Caroline Schneider
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