I am not Kerouac;
Everywhere he went
He fell more in love
With the road,
Everywhere I go
I fall more in love
With home;
I seek not to know
The vastness of the land
But the depths of love
And soul.
Feminist, Writer, Cult Classic
I am not Kerouac;
Everywhere he went
He fell more in love
With the road,
Everywhere I go
I fall more in love
With home;
I seek not to know
The vastness of the land
But the depths of love
And soul.
Very nice
Beautiful poem, as usual.
thank you:)