Wednesday 11 November 2015

#80



The winds carry us
Through lands whose name
We learn to pronounce
Thanks to a tattered book
With the cover of a man
On a hammock with a straw hat
We bought second hand
From a store we never visit
But we were pulled
By the hope
That one day we shall
Find ourselves
In a place where people
Wouldn't know
our name

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