kitchen table morning coffee
By benafim
Kitchen table, morning shadows, coffee. The perception…a sense of rejection, a haze of gloom making the day grey. The same question keeps repeating itself: “What are you doing here in this foreign land?” “I was born here…” Yes, but you have been away too long, you are a stranger now” Shadows grow longer, melancholic is the man who has lost his home land. Written February 17th, 2002 © on Feb 16 2002 08:22 PM PST 0 • 1
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