Seeing the February sunrise,
walking to the nearby theater,
smiling to the indifferent leaves of trees,
the setting rings a bell
that of my hometown,
I might have never been there
but I do feel belonging with it
For there’s not really such a thing
as one’s hometown.
February, 2023
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