I took a ride on the other side
of a wide Ocean and wilder skies
People spoke in different language
Only two of us are of our mother tongue
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Jeff Cannon; ; ; in one world or another, so easily we lose ourselves, one through wonder, the other through harshness, awe and read how they dance with us, twirls us around their enchanted fingers, until dizzy we fall a tiny, almost incinerated from the gravity of fierce journeys, the ones that lift us from our bodies, the known home of our birth, lost in traffic of daylight cities, yet somehow always found we get back to the house we know safe, surrounded by the people we know, the familiar objects as values as our pants, our wallet, the precious being sleeping next us, extending her arm to make sure we have not go any, no where without her - thanks Abdul Wahab for this external and interior deeply descriptive, magical poem of wild experience, fearful exploits and like heroes return with gifts, even simple ones, like gratitude and care for the life we have!
Jeff Cannon; in one world or another, so easily we lose ourselves, one through wonder, the other through harshness, awe and read how they dance with us, twirls us around their enchanted fingers, until dizzy we fall a tiny,
Gertrude Aba - -Wonderful craft. The highest form of knowledge is self knowledge. We all need to search for our true identity. Lol and our wallets too. I enjoyed this.