I wish I had roots
And came from some place
But I was a child of the packing case;
Always the new boy in a new school
Plucked up, uprooted, dragged around.
Departing glances, last goodbyes
Changed surroundings, unfamiliar rooms
Ever a stranger passing through.
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Summer Sun, Winter Rain
PoesíaMy Wattpad Debut and a Featured Story. Summer Sun, Winter Rain is a collection of poems from different periods of my life some, happy some sad. There are memories of friends and loved ones loved and lost, recollections of places I've been and thing...
