Short Stories, Poems and More

Foreign Lands

Of unseen sights and undreamt dreams,

Like rain clouds laden with future rain,

Of sparrows whose names I don’t know,

And dogs who are not yet my friends,

Stranger scents borne by unknown air,

Bright colours yet to be woven

in recognisable patterns,

Of rainbows with wet paint,

Foreign lands beckon,

Foreign lands enamour,

With human spirit that’s universal.

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