Day 21: & a late substitute, which I wanted to share for no better reason than I came across a poem I had forgotten and it asked to be shared again.
Yes worrying, my poems are talking to me.
In an hour we could be sixty miles away.
Tomorrow we could be in France
Or on a plane to Mumbai,
Half a world away from here.
Let’s have an adventure, a fiesta, a new start.
So come on take my hand
Let’s leave our troubles behind and escape.
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