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this is where my heart is
Contributed by
principessauk
on
Thursday, 20th April 2006 @ 09:58:40 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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the morning sun beats down on the cobbled streets
stereos blare Ebru Gundes' syncopated beats
scooters whizz past at a million miles an hour
call to prayer from the minaret tower
the reg flag flies high above the town
little old women wear the traditional gown
the smell of the fresh baked bread rises in the air
teenage girls coif their dark curly hair
the bazaar is open for trade
as the street cats lie in the shade
the early morning milk delivery arrives
businessmen say goodbye to their wives
figs ripen on the trees
the sea brings in a gentle breeze
men sit and drink their coffee drink
the bougainvillea's flowers open to reveal a beautiful pink
this country is only half of me
but i have always felt it is where i need to be
i hate the dismal cold of where i am now
i need to get away forever somehow
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Re: this is where my heart is
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by gribbs on
Wednesday, 14th November 2007 @ 01:47:10 AM AEST
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| a peacful, pleasant write...a place I'd love to live, for awhile... |
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