Bittersweet
Seagulls hover around the pier
Rocks of future sleep sound
Morning passersby walk slowly
Toward different endpoints
There
When you are traveling
On the other side of the world
My heart is full of bittersweet feelings
Here
As I pen down lines of reflection
For the book of lost things
Your poetry has entrenched deeply
In my long term memory
Written by JerSki BjorkSen
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