Unknown
I have no address:
Not north or south;
Nor east or west,
Not even a dark shadow in the map.
I weave in nowhere --
Right in the middle, my tent!
My soup is characters dunked with dawn,
My bread is a piece of sun.
I have no money to share with you!
I swap you only with: idea and
Wings from mirage!
Written by © Fatima Nusairat
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