Thursday, February 21, 2013

My own place

Reflections uproar
Different from the rest
Unfit anywhere
Where's the place
My own
To be called?
Far away somewhere
Gathering dust and sun
Beneath shades of trees
A place where sweetness hums
Beyond bite of heat
No scorching sun
Where chillblains unheard
nor heights with curves
torture feet
Where enough space
to be your own
An undemanding team
I long such place
of my own.

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