OUR HOME
Our home,
it's on the road
like a folk musician
wearing old shoes.
When we are together,
in an apartment in a city,
or in a house at the countryside,
under a tree in a garden,
or on a ship without sails,
these are all places
where we live,
places we call our home.
Whether a young boy,
or a little girl,
a touring musician,
a carrier pigeon flying
from beach to beach,
accompanying an amazed reader.
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Un poema muy original.
Gracias por la visita al blog, le deseo que tenga una hermosa travesía en este espacio poético que ha creado, éxitos.