I counted my calendar
The due dates keep coming
Some days are long;
Some nights are shot
I face each of it
Looking in the eyes
Feeling all the love
How I would not forget
To come back home
.
Black and white as I see it
They say it’s difficult
But you see
It is what it is
It turn out to be
Sunny and gold
Going up and there
To how I remember
Home is so good
.
days of 2020
zoeyey
12.16.2020
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