They go away from home to make their future.
A small room in a city makes the room its present.
The mother who used to tell the good son.
when the guests came to in the house.
But now we go as guests in our own house.
Seeing the joy of the future, forget some of the grief of the present.
In the joy of being with family in the future.
we spend the time of life in the hostal far from home. 01.
By
CP @ AKP
18 feb 2020
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