Sometimes...
Sometimes,
when I lived in Germany for one year,
I would just stop walking
when I was walking to the tram stop from my apartment
and stare at the trams
in amazement
On the tram moments later,
I watched out the window
looking in amazement
at the things that seemed to belong with me
But as I write this,
from halfway across the world in USA,
I still remember it as home.
when I lived in Germany for one year,
I would just stop walking
when I was walking to the tram stop from my apartment
and stare at the trams
in amazement
On the tram moments later,
I watched out the window
looking in amazement
at the things that seemed to belong with me
But as I write this,
from halfway across the world in USA,
I still remember it as home.
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