:::Home:::

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Standing on the queue at the airport,
Looking back at the family who gave me a push and support.
I remember home.
The dwelling place which holds my family.
My birthplace and native land.
What takes me away to the shores of another man's land?
Peace, prosperity, a job at hand.

And what dives me away is the war at this phratry.
Now, I move to another country,
Leaving all behind.
My true self, the real me.
Taking another step makes me feel me.
Staring back with tears in the eyes of my family.
I take a plane and fly away.
Leaving my rich, cultural history
To start a new story.
Falling in the fog of clouds like a storm,
I can't help but to remember home.

My abundant pedigree and ancestry,
All gone like that.
For a new start,
I still sow my hone at heart.
Of one picture, just this picture of how I depart.
From my home and family
I begin to wonder... How do I call a new place home?
When I just left home.
And whenever I return,
I home to make home a better place.
Where my glitter, like this plane,
Can finally gloam.







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