My attempt at ‘Poetry’ on a gloomy Sunday afternoon

Flights of fancy, 9000 miles apart

 

The quest for a home led across the globe

 

The same sun, moon and sky, yet worlds apart

 

A place called home, round and round the globe

 

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A kindred spirit when two heads meet

 

The heart finds solace in a new friend made

 

Laughter and sorrow are shared in a plate

 

And hence a friendship is made

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Traversing the globe to find one’s soul

 

Banging one’s head in a city’s ghoul

 

The bright lights blind’s one’s soul

 

Resulting in an empty hole. 

 

 

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