“It’s our roots that really give us our identity.”
Rosalia
Wandering Roots
Spread far and wide,
From a place unknown
Coming home.
Finding me –
In the midst of it all.
My boots have taken me far,
Across Germany’s forests,
Through England’s rain,
Over Ireland’s green hills,
France’s bustling streets,
And Belgium’s quiet towns.
To the deep end.
But here I am,
Connected to Wroclaw,
In my element,
Rooted in the soil
Of my ancestors’ city,
Enjoying life.
Meeting strangers,
Learning cultures,
Building memories,
Chasing dreams.
This is hardly the end.
With every step,
New roots,
New beginnings,
A heart forever wandering,
Yet finding home.
DD
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