( Alright, about 0.06% done with this little project of mine! Today’s style is called Awdl Gywydd and I’m assuming somebody just let their cat walk on the keyboard to figure out a title for this form.)
It Began to Fall Apart
My dirtied, rotten white shoes
Stiff with hues of tarnished toil
Bought them second hand, no stains
With embedded grains they soil
And my legs charred to a crisp
A slight wisp of inflamed red
From the sultry sun it came
Cried “Please, play this game. I beg!”
Cradled in the thought of home
Where I roam across sharp hills
New shoes, tough, to take the earth
Here I dance with mirth and thrills.