Thirties Poem by Zubyre Parvez

Thirties



Your t-shirt emblem, designer.
The genuine article, your fit,
Reminds me of the borough
The years roll on in kinship
Separated by the seas wide
My anchor left in the port
Of the borough though I
Have wondered long and far
There used to be a time
I wouldn't be far from
Our borough, forest gate.

Wednesday, May 17, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: lyrical
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