Could sticky paper be the December 28
Could sticky paper be the reason
why I can only fly balloons today,
puff soap bubbles to subside.
And words don’t dance
on my lips – everyone seems fluent
and I am stammering answers.
The joy of finding a familiar road
the warm feeling of reaching back home
and still having the life to sit
and gaze out of the window,
gaze at the night grow ripe, slowly.
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