Wednesday, 23 March 2011

This Cambridge

This place of couples kissing on bridges
And Kids rowing boats,
Of ducks waddle-flapping under trees  
That cry fresh water tears into a mirrored floor.
This place where the pushing of wicker is a common affair
And college scarves and emblemed hoods boast refinery and style.
This place of karma and character and calm where I come to be home:
This place is my place.
This place is my heart. 

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