(Sigh)
I searched for anchors on this restless day.
Instead some memories came my way.
It isn't right or left
when I leave for somewhere.
It is mere eternal pain
for here when I'm there.
Monday, January 21, 2008
. . .
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Labels: identity, life in america, poetry
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