Friday, April 19, 2013

my home



this is my home
but i dont recognize it anymore
i left for the attractive unknown
opportunities behind closed doors

i made you my home
but i left you a long time ago too
i wonder that when you truly come
will i be able to recognize you?


this was my home
but i dont recognize it anymore
the warm breeze, the minerets with its dome
evening prayer, memories behind a closed door



i made you my home
your wild spirit, set me free
yet i longed for more, the world i wanted to roam
i left you , for me



why do i always leave?
oh! the impermanence of me
the nature of my humanity i believe
will leave me alone with I, my and me.






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