I'm leaving, I'm leaving,
I'm coming back home.
My dear, my love,
when I'm not with you
you're my little world.
There is nothing on Earth,
that makes me feel like you,
the smell of the rain,
people who want to remain.
I wish I could be with you
every second of my whole life,
but I promise and I swear,
one day we will rise.
And I'm never going to leave,
even if it means to grieve...
home, home,
that's what you are,
and in my dreams
you always shine like a star.
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To the river, to the rain | poems
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