Shoes

Shoes.
Silver shoes.
Spectacular silver shoes.
Some say siblings are stupid and steal shoes.
Sometimes I scorn my sister, yet I smiled when she scored the shoes.
Since I turned seven, when my sister succeeded to spend specie on those shoes,
Steadily, I spun several circles, spinning so swiftly like Snow White singing in her shoes.
Snow White’s shoes were scarlet shaded, yet something was superior about my silver shoes.
Swimming like a streamlined skilful swan in the spring sunlight was the sensation of those shoes.
Since my soft spot soared for the shoes, spectacles of sepia spots scattered, showing sentiment for my silver shoes.

Shoes.
Silver shoes.
Sadly, the sun was setting for those shoes.
Slowly sapping the soles were slightly slipping off the shoes.
Spectacles of sepia spots snatched the surroundings of my shoes.
Scrubbing and scrubbing so seriously to saver my spectacular silver shoes.
Sorrowfully, I said so long to the simply stayed stuck on superb special shoes.
Since the sun set, I snapped up some sales for some supplementary sorts of shoes.
Sandals, skis, sneakers, slippers, skates, stilettos. No shoes seemed second to my silver shoes.

Shoes.
Silver Shoes.