Bloor - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
Bloor has patches, bumps
the road sucks
always works and repairs
But enjoy and have fun
every time I pass by
with people, old and young
heading home, or to work
way of walk
and the shops, old style.
I see there the island, Jamaica.
Oh Bloor, Toronto, Canada…
Comments about Bloor by Nassy Fesharaki
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You