zaterdag 19 maart 2011

TCK poem

My life is tethered to a rolling stone
My dreams are anchored in the wind
I come from here
I come from there
in truth, I come from everywhere
My tongue does not have a mother
My language is an open mind
Before I learned how to walk
I already knew how to fly
Comfort to me is a constant motion
Continent to continent
Ocean to Ocean

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