i wrap her
in the old coat of myself
and she says
"where are we going then?"
"home"
"which is where?"
"where ever we are"
music by underworld "witness" from "lovely broken thing"
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
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6 comments:
I love my country Philippines and that will forever be... But with all the good things happening here to me in Canada, this is now home...
Love this post Sir Steven!
JJRod'z
Wish I could draw a little heart here - not a big fancy heart, just a little modest heart.
So good! I am often homesick ...for myself.
Oh, the simplicity and profundity of this small poem!
i know this poem. isn't this poem love? and more than love, perhaps, kinship, a shared philosophy.
xo
erin
erin - it so entriely completely and utterly is!!!! steven
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