I have looked upon this city for as long as I can remember
I know the rhythm of the streets
The taste of the air
I have been all over the world
But here is where I always come back
I suppose it is for the people, most of all
There is nothing in the world like love
It is so binding
Almost hellish
It could also be for the feeling
I am chasing ghosts
Are you?
But this was my home
And your home is empty
You live alone
Your family is gone
Your lover is in the ground
You are, after all, chasing ghosts
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We Can Still Dance
PoetryIn this world, there are painters and writers, teachers and philosophers. Theorists and dancers. People. Complex, enigmatic, people like you and me. People with stories. This book is a collection of poems, based on events experienced by anyone an...
