Hometown Poem

 A moist early morning

The misty rain clouded the continuous mountains and on the river. 

I'm walking from the riverside to climbing to the ladder. 

The the smell of breakfast  is spreading the little street.

I'm on the way to my grandparent's home.

Everything is portending that it will be a good day.

 

 


 


 



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