Poems
Bye Bye
The coming and going
The lost and the found
The roaring of engines
And the wind that left the ground,
The sigh of the guests
The one person who cries
The lost and the found
The roaring of engines
And the wind that left the ground
Once again
The person who cries
The wave that we make
To say goodbye
Is all that is needed
To make us cry
Millan (aged 9)
Home
The new green roof
Shiny windows
And hardwood floors
Are not home.
Home is the life lived
Within those walls,
That you pack with you
In your heart
When you move
To another place.
Kiran Prasad
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