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



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



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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