And he said
To me
'it's true, you can't go home again,
But if everywhere is your home
How could you ever leave it
In the first place. All truth is
Paradox'.
And I thought
That must be right
Since this small bar
Ive never been before suddenly
feels like home
And the man
Beside me
Is a babbling drunk and
A prophet at the same time.
all truth is paradox, thanks, good one, Please read my poems and comment.
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I would like to translate this poem
When a stranger's face is the one that seems most familiar, perhaps it is then time to go home. Your poem is unique and drew me in to that little pub, before unvisited.....glad I stopped in and discovered your write. PEACE