Trapped,
Far away from home,
I search for home,
But do not find it,
I call for home,
But she doesn't answer,
I 'long' for home,
But grow 'short' of strength,
I cry for home,
But my tears go unheard,
I pray for home,
Then lay down to sleep,
I hope I'll still dream of home.
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Flying Umbrella
PoetryPoetry book of an umbrella, who had her own way of life. × × × I write on the pictures in every page, I'll just keep adding anytime I can, but I'll love you to check it out! Comment and VOTE!!❤️ Happy Reading 🌺🌺
