Misty frames from the distant past,
for a fleeting moment pass me by.
And as the day turns windy again,
The yearning is all that remains.
But its a pleasant wind that blows
'cross portland, into the row.
And its a way of life here, I believe,
to just let it go.. let it flow.
2 comments:
Bangalore?
quite the opposite. Portland is the street I stay on here in LA. But yeah, the first stanza is about bangalore.
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