European Memories Poem by Brian Sonberg
European Memories
It could be me
Why shouldn't it be me
I have a hand
That fits your hand
Alone on this street
Why shouldn't we be
Set free
Minds release the heart
This is not a place
For being alone
But it changes us
Not just here but there
And what will we be there
Upon return
Will we forget our times
Go back to alone
I wish to keep the other
State of mind
A European one
Where I can stay happy
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