Hometown Poem

I miss the sunset in my hometown,

I miss the small stream near my house,

I miss the local accent around my ears,

How can I forget these magnificent views?

How can I forget these kindness people?

I might have a dream tonight.

Dream I came back to my beautiful hometown,

Happy talking with my villagers.

Looks like never left.

Never.












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