As night fall upon it, I wander through the town. I pay close attention, it's different. Everything.
Birds in the trees sing songs unfamiliar to my ears; and even the fish in the sea swim in a unique manner.A place like this I desire to name my own, my home. Here lies the opportunities I seek zealously.
Making new memories, friendships. Here, I look at the world at a different angle.It's not my angle, it's your home.
I left mine many miles away, though unwillingly, I left it.
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Peeling clementine
שיריםThis is a collection of poems I've written this year. I wrote most of them at night, whilst the rest of the world was fast asleep. At night my brain seems to be more active, it's when I start to question everything. In this book you'll find themes s...