"I'd like to travel"
Is what I said as an answer
To "what are you gonna do
Except writing?"
What I meant, is -
The time knows,
I have had my fair share
Of 'letting go'.
So, I do hope,
While roaming across
The world, I'll see you
Again and again...
Maybe while visiting
Some old art museum,
Or while walking through
A random beach
Of some Pacific island,
Or while sitting on a bench
In a park full of maple trees
And listening to the murmurs
Of rust-red leaves...
I hope to see you again,
Everytime a bit freer
Than before.
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Remainders
PoetryA collection of poetry about the leftovers of human feelings. _____________________________________________ ** No part of this book should be copied or published anywhere else.** © Ipsita Mitra Pupu _____________________________________________ ✷All...
