Islands

Mon, 01/27/2014 - 12:00 -- jkdayao

The sun, up high

warm breeze.

humid.

take me away.

 

snap. flew out,

new place

cool

foggy nights.

 

looked back,

people anew.

no one knew.

i cried too.

 

forward, looking

not east, nor west.

past is past,

work hard for them.

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