and their she sits lookin upp at the
sky watchin the sunset on cable
beach the waves come
crashin in and hits the sand
she thinks how this is the
best place to be and wen she
moved how she cried for days
because she missed it so much
not only the sunsets everything
about there the ppl the beach's
the tree's the birds everything
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi AM, I can see you miss Broome, maybe you'll return there one day. In the meantime, you've gotta find out where the good stuff is in your new home and then write about it.