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My Hostel

LOVELYHONEY on Sep 15, 2009
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A place we stay in, yet we call it ours and we don’t own.


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My hostel

A place to live

 

A place to die

 

I cannot say so many don’t get

 

I cannot say why

 

A hostel is the only place

 

One can never own

 

Yet they all call it their own

 

You stay in a hostel

 

Till you get a warm place

 

In the arms of your lover

 

Your head you place

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  • papaleng on Sep 15, 2009

    I like it, you have your way of expressing your thoughts, good flow until the very last word where you led your viewers to what you really want to point out.

  • wonder on Sep 16, 2009

    Very expressive and familiar.

  • Marie Milton on Sep 16, 2009

    We spread our junk around an unknown place to make it our own for the time we are there : )
    Nice write Honey :)

  • Darla Cooke on Sep 16, 2009

    Nice poem.

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