A city far away, which will always be home.
which has been
home once
how does one
navigate that
the arterial roads
and the perpendicular blocks
with traffic lights on the way
signalling me to
move and stop
That is all i get
of the city now
for my GPS is lost
but i am thankful for the
familiar canopies of the trees
which have no address
and to the swans
whom i watch gliding over water
ever so quietly
as if in alignment
with my heart beat
tranquil and rhythemic
i guess i have returned
like a migratory bird
to fly off again.
Poetry by Sona
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Written on 2024-06-22 at 18:42
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My City
To return to a placewhich has been
home once
how does one
navigate that
the arterial roads
and the perpendicular blocks
with traffic lights on the way
signalling me to
move and stop
That is all i get
of the city now
for my GPS is lost
but i am thankful for the
familiar canopies of the trees
which have no address
and to the swans
whom i watch gliding over water
ever so quietly
as if in alignment
with my heart beat
tranquil and rhythemic
i guess i have returned
like a migratory bird
to fly off again.
Poetry by Sona
Read 121 times
Written on 2024-06-22 at 18:42
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