-i want to sit on the stairs going up
- to watch the multi coloured kites flying
- to watch the white pigeons in flight
-let me go home
-in the back street is rustling coolness of the wind
-a vast spreading green veil of a field
-the flowers in my windows wait for me to return
-carved on the tree trunks
-spending whole day my little dreams
-on the water mud sink -
- forgotten my return ticket
-let me go home
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