Friday, 13 April 2012

My new Home

A new home
Different colour 
Different voices.
My new home?

Arrived! In Winter.
Where is summer?
3000 miles behind.
My new home!

I pretended to fit in
Blend with the apples
But I was a banana .
My new home?

Mama, brother, sister
In summer land.
I am cold
In my new Home.


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