Its strange how,
In a place so foreign to me,
It feels like home.
I know not the streets,
Nor the way of life,
It's chaotic at best,
And yet,
It's the closest to peace I have felt.
- Author: mrharrell ( Offline)
- Published: November 10th, 2023 04:57
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 2
Comments1
foreign
Thanks, I've sorted it out.
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