They tell me how they hate you,
How they can’t stand your dull grey skies,
And I nod my head in agreement,
But at my head’s betrayal, my heart cries.
How could I ever hate you?
How could I hate the place I found my family,
Not in blood but by choice,
The place with memories, happy, sad, and silly.
They say there isn’t much to see,
But I have never seen more vibrant rainbows,
Than in your sunset hued skies,
Or a more mystical thing than your Willow’s boughs.
I know they will suffer soon,
When they leave you, they too shall ache,
For whom they were with you,
Maybe they’ll ridicule you, but it will all be fake.
And if they never knew you,
That would be a punishment hard enough,
For me to take pity on them,
And not wish them ahead a life, long and tough.
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Ladywithaquill (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Palaiseau is a place that felt like home, and I hope one day I will find another place (or more like a group of people) that gives me the same warm and fuzzy feelings.
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Comments1
A lovely poem of attachment to a place now embedded in the heart. Use of beautiful descriptors color this poem and bring it to life. Well written and very identifiable for anyone that has lived in more than one placd. Heartfelt and warm it seems bitter sweet.
Thank you! Very bittersweet indeed.
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