POEM OF THE DAY
July 28
There is no place to call home
all the walls that once contained
first memories
have been dismantled
every poem
makes me travel in time
and together
we live
eternal summer days
whenever I am near a pen
you exist again.
There is no place to call home
all the walls that once contained
first memories
have been dismantled
every poem
makes me travel in time
and together
we live
eternal summer days
whenever I am near a pen
you exist again.