Sleep For Dinner Poem by Ruzica Vucica
Sleep For Dinner
How long has it been?
There's always something I'm forgetting...
I remember you collected stones
ever since i? i was a child.
i THOUGHT You'd build us a home,
BuT,
ALL
I
SEE
are bare white walls and crAcked tiles.
It looks like someone lived HERE a long time ago,
so long ago that even the bricks no longer
ReMeMbEr his name.
The wind always Wwwwhispers through the keyholes,
I WISH I COULD UNDERSTAND.
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