In every city.
Towers, people, perpetually searching, churches and intoxicants in mind – to offer relief.
The sun hides every night, in every city.
There is truly nowhere called HOME.
The bench is my companion. Amongst humans.
~ by Aquatic Poetry on April 16, 2009.
Posted in Life, Poetry, Thoughts Tags: berlin, digt, home, humans, Poetry, relief
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