Hajars Poetry
Wednesday, December 4, 2019
Long Journey
Travelling is usually understood in miles
This time, I travelled inward,
Then, counter clockwise, backward
Painstakingly, into my own files
It's like the past has shrunk
It's only papers in a trunk
But, the end I can see
Soon, I may be free
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