Tuesday, November 8, 2016

poem of the day November 8


Passing a name
from one generation
to another
The years drift by
like kites over time
Birth after birth
the miracle of life
so full of instant love
has nothing to do with names
But in families far and wide
there is the passing of the pride
The surname does not matter at all 
Yet I feel happy
that my name goes on
in the space of illusion
we all call human

Welcome to the world

Dean Patcharin Meyer!!!

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