Friday, May 28, 2010

Bombay

A clear sky,
At dusk the first star.
A wish made,
For a time that seems very far.
A different city,
My home, my heart.
Go slow time,
With it I don’t want to part.
The noise, the smell,
My school, my bike.
Even though there are a thousand things wrong,
This place always seems so right.

Until next time...