I Miss My Hometown

by Peter Zulfaqar

The birds singing fun

The wind blows fast

The tress dancing glad

The dry leaves fall down

The frog crocking well

And Kemboja flower pulling me with nice smell.

 

 

The children happily run

Like tomorrow would be no more fun

All these keep playing in my mind

Because I really miss my hometown.

 

 

*Kemboja* is a type of flower that always give out nice smell can be found

everywhere in my hometown, Malaysia

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