Passport
my passport is laying dusty
on the dresser in my room
constantly, reminding me
of my last trip to the sea
I need to squeeze in one more trip
to this place I love
where serenity, engulfs me
and the white noises leave quietly
Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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