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A single day contained so many Journeys and the Stories as if they were meant to meet. And Baltimore, you were the humble host of all the Reunions. Belgium, Filling our stomachs and the time apart Memories came to life and we smiled — Together Sydney, Talking to random seagulls between our conversations I found a feather given by a fearsome friend Geneva, Learning how to pronounce a foreign word— Affogato I imagined this is how life should taste Yokohama, Making fun of the sushi places hidden in the brick walls My heart secretly traveled back home Istanbul, Discovering the colorful lamps I thanked for kindnesses sent from different directions Unexpectedly, All the journeys took us back to the 5th grade, picking up our favorites at a candy shop — and I promised never to follow any strangers! Baltimore, You’ve taught me how it feels to grow up. not being somebody else, but sowing seeds in our moments, good days and bad days, — just like we gave a name and fell in Love with every single corner of the Town. Baltimore, Let’s do it again.
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Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 3:29 AM UTC
Baltimore — poem as a token of the journey
A single day contained so many Journeys and the Stories as if they were meant to meet. And Baltimore, you were the humble host of all the Reunions. Belgium, Filling our stomachs and the time apart Memories came to life and we smiled — Together Sydney, Talking to random seagulls between our conversations I found a feather given by a fearsome friend Geneva, Learning how to pronounce a foreign word— Affogato I imagined this is how life should taste Yokohama, Making fun of the sushi places hidden in the brick walls My heart secretly traveled back home Istanbul, Discovering the colorful lamps I thanked for kindnesses sent from different directions Unexpectedly, All the journeys took us back to the 5th grade, picking up our favorites at a candy shop — and I promised never to follow any strangers! Baltimore, You’ve taught me how it feels to grow up. not being somebody else, but sowing seeds in our moments, good days and bad days, — just like we gave a name and fell in Love with every single corner of the Town. Baltimore, Let’s do it again.
(c)Tuana
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Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 3:29 AM UTC
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