Black shoes

Black shoes

The mystic aura
Of the Jasmine powder
On my shoulders
The henna swirled in patterns
On my hands and feet
My green frog and blue mermaid colored dress
That could crisply fly away
If it wanted 
Only dog tagged by strange sequins and queer thread
Or my shoes that were once dipped and tapped
In all the dust and shadows
Each step
More cryptic
The last. 

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