A part of me
Wants to open a small cafe
That smells of coffee and dewdrop mornings
In a small town
Where I can hear passerby's stories
And finally be at peace
The other part of me
Wants to be the passerby
The wind calls me
To do the adventuring
And never call a place home
Ever again
(The decision is tearing me apart)
From: Hanako.
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PoetryI'm going to fall a lot before I learn to fly. (The recent poems are better.) -------- .˚ ᵎ┊͙ ⋆*☁️ ⓒ fallen-spector
