I’ve just found this poem I wrote circa 2010. I’ve come across it fittingly at the moment I’ve begun falling in love with another city that’s a haven for Bohemians and all kinds of creative and free spirits. Leipzig may be the “new Berlin,” but can it become my new Wilmington (North Carolina), in a mode adapted
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Raconteur – Simply a vessel/ The world tosses and saves me/ I try to describe
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Randomness – Learned to trust the dice/ Not quite getting what I planned/ I found so much more
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Rain – I listen in bed/ Sky bursting to life outside/ Somehow gives me peace
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