my white room

i never saw a moor—
i never saw the sea—
yet know i how the heather looks
and what a billow be.



the swimming pool was right on the hill
and still in the center of the city.bounded
by trees and grass, lots of kids and old couples.
i wish i could live somewhere - when the forest
is just around the corner and busy town`s life
starts in the morning at the same time.

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