Lost Homes

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Lost are my fireflies

And hidden is my north star

Faded boards, broken signs

Darkened roads I see, as far


Sinking lines through corner curls

Of maps I had seized from earth

Onwards always it showed a path

Today it wrecks as it blurs


Savaged palms in search of help

Rummage through an empty bag

A torch of hope to slide by in

These fingers pray as they drag


But soon a night enclosed in dark

Makes my way in silent strides

Pushed by dusk I fall in arms

They welcome me home, open and wide


And so I march along the cloak

Of deepened grey and swallowed hopes

Engulfing souls that seem too lost

To find a home, on their own.


- Rati

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