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On the dinner table... there's an empty chair...
Beside my mom in bed... only lies the air...
My heart is shattered... because I care...
I scream I love you... but you're not there...
I can't believe I never did appreciate...
All the times when you would come back home so late...
All the days of work when you never ate...
Just to fill up my plate...
Without you our house would never be a home...
You are the shoulder we cry on when we're alone
I fear the day when you'll be gone...
When I scream I love you for a stone...
Lara Houssami
12-6-2017; 11:11
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Nephophilia
Poetry'Nephophilia' is the love for clouds. Clouds may seem ordinary for some people, but they aren't ordinary at all for me, and it is obvious for most of my poems have mentions of clouds in them.
