Feb 11, 2023

HOME IS CALLING

I long for home, my heart long for home.

I've been here long enough

and I've got what to write about home.

I don't want this moment to linger

because I can't wait a second longer.

I sat all my myself to make 

my pen dance to my thoughts on its companion

from a long distance.

I've always made my pen bleed on its companion having

the count down, calculating the days I have left, to meet home.

My eyes are wide open but I dream of home

My hands wise open to embrace the sweetness of home and I saw it running toward me

Hmmm... Its only but an illusion.

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