Where was that place we were at,
do you know or have you forgotten too,
we do the same things all the time,
nothing new,
you call it comfortable,
I am starting to find it robotic,
we did it this way so,
we do it the same way again,
and again,
nothing new,
and then we start to do it once more.
but it is new at every moment, everything, everybody just feel afresh my dear. good writing anyway.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thanks for the good write