 Re: The Poem
The Poem
On cold and dreary winter days,
far away from my home,
when my soul suffers most,
my mind moves back in time,
like in self-defence.
I am in a bright room with a window wide open.
A light breeze
wafts the scent of jasmine inside.
Trees bulge with ripe fruit.
A crow steals a walnut.
In the distance a sound of a passing train.
the wind brings merry voices
from a school playground.
Let me stay here for a while.
I do hope you won't kill me for the changed lines
brilliant as always
beascarpetta
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