I am not from here... he said I feel like home to him. And now I find the rain inside each flower. It fell last night when he left with the door open, hanging on it's hinges. Back to poem index
he said I feel like home
to him.
And now I
find the rain inside each
flower.
It fell last night
when he left with the
door open, hanging on
it's hinges.
Back to poem index