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Bumptious Blick into yesteryears
Bulbuli, Primrose, I trust
My kindergarten friends.
Living far in cold blond land
Miss the smiling morning sun
A wake up call for mother earth
Sunshine and the cheerful warmth
Today, cynical sky hang pretty low
Outside my clean polished large window;
Another gloomy dark day to follow, I know.
“Be grateful thank your stars, you’re in paradise
You lived hell, now you dwell in heaven,”
Said the easy going light coloured man.
“Correct!” “Well, but if I only knew
The bleak cold grey heavenly view,
I would beg to differ with you,
Your concept, of my solace!”
At a luncheon,
The fair gentleman
Was made to eat his words.
Losing the sunrise of one's homeland is a beauty one can never forget, no matter what the circumstances.
The shape of this piece also leads to a very interesting presentation.
Amy Riberdy
Gentle is the night♥
No 'riches' can replace the love of a motherland... and to assume so is sheer ignorance. Would love to have been present at this luncheon... ;o)
Can I make the bold assumption that the gentleman in question never had to move his life into a new culture or climate?