traveling

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 29 February 2008 at 4:26 am

Bland rooms
and bad food

Time shifts
and lost days

Windows
that don’t open
and beds that
make themselves

Fitful sleep
in unfamiliar places

Makes you
appreciate
the little place
you call home

(D. James)

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