There it goes the express yellow School bus
Like a bird it flies with soft souls
And the matured feels like a wrong detainee holds the book; Fannie Flagg's 'Fried green tomatoes at the whistle stop cafe'
Stands at a lonely bus stop.
His torn season ticket seems to be not valid to get a comfortable seat
And he left behind like a desperate hornet
Who seeks fragrant flowers in an off-season.
*Let heavy rains fall into the Australian bush fire to survive of this catastrophe!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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