
Let me take you on a trip . . .
Where my soul is
there's my home
where the sun shines,
there is a place for me
where the laughter is
I am there too
where happiness surrounds me
I am in the middle
To be or not to be
is not a question anymore
I am
therefore I travel without luggage
are you coming?
Leave your luggage outside this poem
destination the laughing sun. . .
Poetry by Dan Cederholm
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Written on 2007-05-03 at 00:16




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