Day 8: Hometown
Home is where the heart belongs;
A place of heart-warming smiles,
where no loneliness kills,
and no one asks for files.
In my hometown, you're greeted
with lovely warm hugs and tea,
and some nice harvested honey
from noisy hives of bees.
Sugar canes and salted biscuits
lay right by your cup.
At starry nights,
we sleep outside
on beds facing up.
You start your day with buckets,
and walk towards the Nile.
You swim and get to fishing
with neighbors all the while.
You chat and chatter and laugh,
both stare at the sea of blue.
"Home is where the heart belongs."
"Indeed, that is true."
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A/N; I'm really happy to say this describes exactly how I feel about my hometown, a lovely village in Sudan right by the White Nile shore.
Hope you all like it!
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