My Short Story Blog

I am from deserts

I am from the bright colors that dance in the rain

I am from the diya shining bright

I am from the laughter that will seem to never end

Though I always think

Who am I

Where am I from

So I tell myself

I am from here

I am from there

I am from many different places like

the tall skyscrapers that make up a city

the gloomy skies that cry in sadness

the fireworks on fourth of July

From the start

Till the end

I am from here

I am from there