Here’s a short poem I partially wrote last week and finished just now.
Once again, I don’t think it’s that good but I like it.

I hope you enjoy

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Sometimes a left foot wanders inwards
Tracing its path through stars in the grass
It lifts and twists and turns and tries
But it never finds the sounds it seeks

Sometimes a left foot feels sadness
Unable to locate what it looks for
It is the right foot that will always be there
To assist it in carrying on.