where my heart is

by walterdoege

is my home…is my family…and my family is friendship bond…my friends…where my heart is…I’m never alone…the little birds knocking every morning at me bedroom window…the doves searching their sheleves in rainny days…the colourful birds flying through the storms…some sweet talkings with good peoples…the peoples at streets…yesterday I take a little rambling at a shopping center, that small city, a shopping center…and watching the peoples…I watch myself too…sensing the poeples I can sense in another way myself…who am I?…I am all love I feel