A Poem for World Poetry Day, 2018
Anniversary Poem
I still think about you, port of call,
you're in my bones
and how has it happened
that I am not on esplanade, every day
I still think about you, port of call,
you're in my bones
and how has it happened
that I am not on esplanade, every day
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