Through small white shoes, her red toe peeps. The red is a little too bright and the nail paint looks patchy in places, but there is something very attractive about the whole thing.
Some days, she wears toe rings that shine. They sparkle when she puts her feet up, at the end of the day. Some are plain silver bands, while some have little fishes on one side.
The bottom of her feet are a confusing colour. Orange but with a little pink; like the evening sky on days you'd want to remember forever.
On many days, her feet are hidden. Kept away from everyone, in closed monsoon shoes or white and blue socks.
They are just another pair of feet, in just another crowd. Yet, there is something noteworthy about them.
Some days, she wears toe rings that shine. They sparkle when she puts her feet up, at the end of the day. Some are plain silver bands, while some have little fishes on one side.
The bottom of her feet are a confusing colour. Orange but with a little pink; like the evening sky on days you'd want to remember forever.
On many days, her feet are hidden. Kept away from everyone, in closed monsoon shoes or white and blue socks.
They are just another pair of feet, in just another crowd. Yet, there is something noteworthy about them.
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