Missing - Poem by Angel Uchiyama
I miss the warmth, the humidity,
I miss the colors, the green,
I miss the shade of the trees,
I miss the summer rain,
I miss seeing people in the streets,
I miss having barbecue and playing water volleyball in the afternoons,
I miss partying all night and seeing the sun rise,
I miss waking up early to go for a bike ride,
I miss home most of all.
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