An American dream


Picture this:
lights underneath the night sky
from the airplane;
they dim and light to the sound of guitar riffs
there’s men, so far away
who knew it’d be you
curly dark hair
eyes that glare and don’t speak
the smile that lights up streets

Published by Samasya Tapasya

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