Beloved And Hated Place - Poem by Arturas Poe
There is this country where i was born
Where people walk as it was before...
There is this city where i grew up
Where people that i know walk...
But still i hate the city
I hate it from my heart
Its tainted with those memories of life
Memories which i tainted red myself
Today i am miles away
I don't want to ever see it again
So i hope that one day
those memories will fade...
So i could walk and fill my heart
With new warm dreams...
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