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| Far from Home |
My heart aches
Like a broken Moon
Shedding tears of glow
From an arched knee
Stuck into the west horizon.
My soul burns
Like the melting time
In the furnace
Fueled by the flaming Sun.
Caged in the celestial hollow;
The straws of memories
Keep drowning me
In the ice blue rhymes
Of the rhythmic flow.
And I miss my home
My sweet little home
Hundreds of miles away
Under the same crescent Moon.
And I just wanna tell you mom
I miss you with every little steps
You walked me along
With the first kisses of the Sun.
In the searing anguish
And silent scream,
With all the words
Flooding into my stream
I just wanna tell you mom
‘I love you, I miss you…
Far from my home
Like a homeless man
Sharing the helpless sighs
From my freezing apartment
With the dwindling crescent Moon.
© Atique R.
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