30 Apr 2010 Neil E. Das flying to detroit flying to detroit i spy my father’s house and feel the growing grass Share this: Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like this:Like Loading… Related
I sometimes see places that I have lived in the past as I fly and wonder how things have changed and whether it feels that same…enjoyed your poem. Loading... Reply
I sometimes see places that I have lived in the past as I fly and wonder how things have changed and whether it feels that same…enjoyed your poem.